Those that thought they knew Reinette might have made their own attempts to predict the next moments. For all that she was bold, she was not rash, and as the Doctor's mouth brushed the corner of her own most might have thought her to simply accept as much. To possibly laugh. To certainly kiss both his cheeks as well to assure even footing. To never let him asert himself so when they both knew how week he remained.

Reinette, ruled by her head.

But those that knew her, knew how often she was swayed by her heart. That group numbered two men, exactly. One of when stood next to her even now.

"I am very glad it is you."

Standing here. A survivor. And in the present tense.

The smallest turn of her head gave him full access to her mouth.