Jag felt him coming, a bright fox headed for the stables. But the horses didn't mind him, and neither did Jag. He leaned against Sevara, a hand sliding along her spine, and let Mildmay's memories of Emma wash through him. He could see her in the other man's mind, and his heart clenched. Jag opened his eyes when Mildmay called out his name, and pressed a kiss to Sevara's shoulder before pushing away from her, and pushing up onto the stall wall to straddle it. "I'm here."

He made no move to get down on the other side of the wall, though. It felt safer from Mildmay's feelings up here, even though that was a lie.