Val felt guilty, but if Jag hated him for this later, he'd live with it. Right now he only cared about making him well again.

"Thank you," he said, taking the scarf from Em and carefully removing the mirror from the box. He glanced at Jag, then looked away, ducking his head as he set to work.

The first thing he did was cover the mirror with what looked like a slightly sheer alter cloth, obscuring it slightly as he began to dig around in the cupboards. Pulling out a few small bottles, he glanced at Em again. I don't suppose the cards have had anything to say?" he asked softly, his gaze drifting to Jag and lingering a beat, before his guilt won out and he had to look away again.