"All the time. Usually it's dogs, though. I'm filling in while they have a break." He invites himself into the stall and rubs a hand down the side of the horse's broad neck. It comes away with dirt and cold sweat, so he invites himself to find a brush and cloth, too--not with any judgment. Maria looks more exhausted than the horse. "Long ride, was it? Did you come from the Mire?"