The echo of her words wavered between them, almost visible in the air. She could feel the muscles twitching beneath her skin to maintain a still expression, one that was determined and pursed but, if she gave up her power to control it, could morph into something inexcusably worried, sad or ever afraid. When it came down to it, Jack was a bit frightened. She had faced dragons, werewolves, Death Eaters, poltergeists, and death itself, but the idea of losing another ally, just when it seemed impossible that another person could walk out of her life... She simply did not know if she could handle it again, and she didn't want to find out if she could.
But she was ready for it. What else could he say but that he and changed his mind, traded his alliance. But his denial of it... it took the breath out of her. She didn't believe it - she couldn't she. She was too used to everything going to shit to believe that it had been okay this time, that there was no reason to worry. The idea of something working out for the best was simply too foreign.
"Wha- you denied?" she repeated, because he had to assure her it was true. He stepped closer, and his words drove a stake of guilt into her, though she tried to push it out. Yes, of course she felt stupid for barging in here all upset, but she had to be certain. After all... she had allied the Order with the Rebels practically, right? That was the reason this mattered. That was all.
"I've learned that I take promises much more seriously than those I make promises with usually do," she said quietly, betraying a small hint of the vulnerability she so often denied the existence of in this world. "It's just... du Hunt is clever. She's not like the others. She knows how to seduce a brain. And... I'd really like to know that you and I can work towards something good for this world and du Hunt is the type that could derail-" She wasn't making any sense, so she stopped herself. "Look. I don't have any claim to what you do, and I should trust you more, I just... don't want to end up on the wrong side of things. And, I'd really like help."
Her neck burned, for she never admitted any willingness for help, but she was desperate to ensure she really had his support. She swallowed. "Besides. I own Satan's, so I know for a fact you must be a bit mental to actually go there." She grinned, albeit weakly, for humor was a girl's best shield.