Jag squeezed her hand with a small smile, then said, "Let me just..." with a tilt of his head towards the supplies he was carrying. He let go of her hand and stepped away towards Daryl, leaving the stuff with him for now. Jag would come back later and take it back upstairs. Right now, ice. He moved back to Snow and held his hand out to her, in case she wanted it back.

He was very aware of how much touch could do for someone. He was also very aware that it didn't work that way for everyone. He had to offer, really.