"Wands, no cups," Em murmured to herself, only making the connection when the word 'aggression' didn't feel entirely right. But that didn't matter, especially not now, and she gave Jag's shoulder a gentle squeeze. "It'll be all right," she told him in Romani.

It would be all right, because it had to be. But first – water. Em rubbed Jag's back, then went to put the kettle on, keeping an eye on Jag all the time. She'd been worried too long to do otherwise now there was an end to the problem in sight.