After the confrontation at the inn, Julius had quickly mounted Zephira and, with apologies to Matthias and Penny, rode on ahead of them, back toward the Brisbois' manor. He regretted his previous night's actions, surely, no matter how justified they'd seemed at the time- and he was nervous to see Genevieve again, for as much as he'd been trying to convince himself to forget everything about them.
The fast riding helped to clear his mind- though as his hangover faded, the space in his head only seemed to be filled with more pressing questions. Primarily, of course, was 'What now?'
The stable doors were open when he rode up, barely reining Zephira in in time- a more poorly trained horse might have reared at the quick stop, but (he couldn't help but think) she didn't. It was only after Julius dismounted and had grabbed up Zephira's reins to lead her to her stall that he noticed Genevieve, and stopped short, blinking rather dumbly at her. Oh. He hadn't expected her to be here.