"Just. Gone. Walked away. Left me." Jack tried to sit up, and then lay back with a hiss. Falling square on a healing burn was not a happy thing. Luckily the alcohol in his system was numbing him to it. Mostly.

"I thought she were going to stay at Cull...Cullwhatsit, an' look after me a bit, but....

She'll think me over and decide whether to send me to the gallows in a week's time."