He folds Jacob's hand in against his chest as they go, green eyes trailing over the trees and fallen leaves around them, though he glances over to his assassin for the question.

"I've a sharp memory and that one lingers in me yet...but I remember thinking the phrasing struck me. It sounded like a prayed oath, and yet I know you're not a religious sort so, even at death's door, it hadn't seemed...it seemed odd. Now knowing it was words from a wedding vow you were referencing, it makes a bit more sense, they've a similar tone."

He's quiet a beat more. "Mind's an odd thing for it to have come to yours then, but in extreme circumstances, our thoughts can't be predicted." He'd just been glad to offer Jacob's dying mind the delusion of a sweet morning in rather than the reality, even if he didn't remember it now. It mattered in the moment and Chris could keep that for them both.