One heart beat, and another, a just long enough pause to recognize when a few words were meant to say a whole lot more. Mildmay did it a lot himself, so he knew it when he heard it. Then he nodded. He'd tell her.

And with nothing else for them to say, and not much use for words anyway, he headed back to the kitchen to deliver Jag's message and stick to the familiar as much as he could when things were fucked so topsy-turvy.