There was a long pause. No, it wasn't Jack's fault. Jack may have broken his word to a death god, but he'd also warned them all that she might come after them.

"I was the one who assumed I was safe." A quiet sigh. "She said to tell you--"

His defenses slammed against this. No. He did not want to be the messenger-boy of some tyrant. In spite of his good spirits, he also found he did not want to recall this many details about that night. Later. Maybe.