"I see."

Whether or not that's true doesn't seem to matter; Jamie's characteristic grin is back, brightening his face, and he seems relaxed as he follows.

"Two of me? It's enough to make any mother cry," he laughs. Focusing on Eleanor with obvious interest, he licks his thumb and gestures to her cheek. "You've a smudge. May I?"

Anyone used to being dirty knows that if you attempt to wipe it away yourself, the dirt will only spread.