Jag shivered before he could help it, at the thought of that cold. His body language closed off a little more as he shrunk in on himself. "I miss my fire," he said, quietly, gaze unfocused, before he blinked and looked up at Mildmay. "I'm glad she has some now." Glad. Was that right? It was a simple word, but nothing was simple. Still, the fire would keep her warm.