Jamie had been busy trying to cool his blood from boiling, Laoghaire had been a pain in his- well... his fingers smoothed over the wood as gently used the small knife to carve into it. Hoping to form... well anything at this point that would keep him occupied.

He swore to Christ himself he'd lose it if he went out to the paddock and saw Laoghaire, so the young man was currently taking a moment to breathe and hide from Laoghaire... though he'd never admit to the fact that was what he was doing.

Occasionally he'd lift his head to see who was walking by, letting his blue eyes watch those who went on about their day briefly. Glad that they were of the mind to not disturb him either, maybe he wasn't as good as hiding his frustration as he thought in this moment...

As he continued to carve away at the wood, feeling some satisfaction seeing maybe... a horse? Or a deer starting to take shape in the wood when he heard unfamiliar footsteps. This brought him to look up and see who it was to satisfy his guarded mind so he could continue on with whittling.