"I mean, if you want to call it jello," he said, putting on a dubious expression. Even just watching her, he could tell that Tara was doing an expert job. His kutte must have been in pieces and caked in blood but now it looked cleaner than it had in a long time. Jax was so used to wearing the damn thing that it took seeing it cleaned and treated to think he should have taken better care of it.

It was good seeing Tara focused. She looked to have finally gotten some rest, maybe had some meals; it showed up in her skin and in her relative serenity. "That thing looks better than new...how'd you get it clean?" he asked, genuinely impressed. Shifting, Jax put a hand on her knee, glad for the contact but trying not to impede her work.