Mildmay wasn't freezing stuff on accident any more. That was something. The other weird hocus shit he mostly tried to ignore. He sure wasn't gonna try to see what else he could do. Besides, now the freezing shit was under control, he could help out in the kitchens again. Which was good. Mostly. Although right then he was glad for something to do that got him out of the kitchen.

Emma had snapped at Kenny-Kahni-whatever earlier, and the apologized to him and Mildmay both for being outta sorts, and explained it wasn't their fault. She'd got some kinda hocus shit too, and from what Mildmay'd seen, her anger sparked as easy as the fire she kept having to tamp down. And she was worried about Jag. Which was how Mildmay found himself going out to the stables with a basket of food she'd made and packaged up to stay warm.

When he got there, he gave the horses a moment to adjust to somebody being there before he called softly, "Jag?" No sense spooking anybody or anything that didn't need spooking.