His walk was brisk enough that he didn't hear Genevieve as she sank to the ground- if he had, Julius wouldn't have continued on. But he forced himself to walk quickly, determined.
Of course, that determination was dampened a bit as he reached the main house- he could count the number of times he'd been here on one hand, it seemed, and it never failed to make him feel decidedly out of place and, well, dirty. He wondered, idly, if perhaps he should just go back to the stables and wash up- but, no, if he was going to do this, he was going to do this as himself, not as some polished fake version.
He found Germaine's office easily enough, taking a deep breath and steeling himself before knocking twice.