Jag's hand was warm and solid against her back, and Em tried to hold onto that tether. Her eyes went distant and unfocused as she began to lay out the cards, but he'd seen her reading often enough to expect that. But while normally she might carry on a conversation, or keep up a fortune teller's patter, this time she was quiet. She shifted a card from one position to another, then added a few more, shaking her head.