By the time Shift caught up to Lucas, now keeping him in sight, that brief pause was already past. As the stable came into view, he watched Lucas find space and comfort quite readily in the wagon, to the point where he actually envied his wanderlust. How much easier would his travels be if he actually valued each piece of the journey?<br/><br/>Mulling over that thought, he entered the stable with a curious smile. As Lucas took a seat, Shift began greeting the horses, as he always did before setting off or settling down. But once he got close enough, a quizzical look painted his face. They were shaking, and more than a spot of hunger would warrant. Resting his hands on their heads, giving them a soft rub and assurance, the bulk of their panic seemed to fade. This experience wasn't unusual, in fact, it often happened after being attacked; but having survived this long with Shift, his presence was all they needed to feel safe again. Quickly piecing things together, he realized they'd been frightened from the events of last night, and a hint of worry spilled onto his face as he remembered the damage it did, and how he hadn't actually beaten it. He needed to protect these two, and even though he'd proven his grit, the same went for Lucas.<br/><br/>Without wasting too much time, Shift slipped away from them and right into his seat - something he'd clearly done countless times. Looking over to Lucas, he offered a well practiced smile, promptly guiding attention and energy into his call, "Off we go!" With a flick of the wrist, the wagon creaked to life, rolling down the dirt path, and through the beauty of Lucas's home, one last time.