Looking back down at her, he remembered how his bug-horse friends had been treating her. It was obvious that it had something to do with racial tensions, or at least that was what he had picked up on, and it was plain to see that it hadn’t changed despite his repeated attempts to prompt everyone to get along. The bit of rope that they had used to tether her was still lying on the floorboards behind her, which only made his next decision a little easier.