Val ghosted his fingers over the familiar looking marks, though he didn't touch. Not now. After all, Jag wasn't his anymore. For all he wanted to blame the curse for the somewhat volatile end of their relationship, a large part of him wasn't sure he could. He was hardly the ideal mate, after all.

Drawing his hand away, he looked over at Em.

"Is it nearly boiling?" he asked softly, turning to a nearby bookshelf and selecting a very small but heavy looking cauldron.