"I'm allowed that, as your wife - under the laws of your people," and she's so still and so quiet and he doesn't know how she knew what he was here for, doesn't understand --

And then he sees that small curl of a smile, the one he hasn't seen in years, the tiny folds at the corners of her eyes, the way she looks at him in the eyes for the first time in years and he crosses the distance more reckless than he'd intended, cradles her face in his hands even as he knows her hands can't reach him.

She doesn't say anything else - but then, the lock pick under her tongue makes that a little difficult.