Torgal looks between Clive and Jill with what can only be described as confusion, and then sits once his eyes are on Clive's. Some level of understanding is there, because he's gone with Clive on long excursions and he's also stayed or gone with Jill, too. Perhaps this is one of those times.

Jill wishes it were. Wishes it more than anything, that at the end of the week, Clive will be in her arms and Torgal will plop down at her feet.

"All right," Jill breathes out. "I really do need to go. Let me know if he needs anything."

This time, she's able to step around him without being blocked.