Jack's shoulders tighten at this new revelation that Anne asked Sweeney for a fight. Anne isn't a stranger to a fight, but it's usually with a reason beyond practice. This wasn't a friendly sparring match, it was a fight and she's hurt- not trivially.

He slides the handkerchief over her hands, removing any more traces of dirt from them, then gently cups her hands in his. That she seems pleased by this is worrying to Jack, and he wonders if this is a sign that she's not doing as well here in Darrow as he thought.

His brow furrowed, he tips his head a little to the side. "Anne."