She blinks several times, further confusion registering over her face, followed by concern at what she reads there. And what she sees. In some ways his hands are as they have always been and she swears she knows every line upon them better than her own, yet there is also something more, something different.

"Jamie?" Again this time, feeling the beat of her heart picking up as her eyes lock on to his. Something is wrong, yet she cannot say what. And she studies him, truly studies his face, and if possible, her pace quickens, not understanding. "Jamie, what is it?"