Julius was hand-feeding one of the spring foals- she was temperamental (though this didn't surprise him, since her mother was much the same way), but it seemed that, finally, she might be settling for the night. He didn't hear Genevieve, but glanced over his shoulder and smiled- he set the hay that had been in his hands back on the ground (at which the foal whinnied impatiently, but he didn't care), turning to Gen. "Stranger, am I?"