A run from demons felt nightmarish enough that the bright slice of sun was startling, even if it was the sun threatening to slip away and leave them with twilight. Not the best conditions for horses. Still enough, she knew which the good ones were in the stables. A swim wouldn't hurt the horses, and it was still warm enough it wouldn't hurt them either. Moving was harder to catch and since she'd been in the inn she figured moving was good.<br/><br/>A league was... a long way. If they were running, it would still take perhaps 20 minutes. She shook her head as she slipped into the stables. The demon picked his own horse, a nobles ridiculous stallion. Not that it wasn't a nice stallion, just that they were more of a pain than anyone needed for riding. She picked better, more sensible horses, for the rest. Sending them out of the stalls, she threw their tack on them, leaving it to the riders to fix it in place if they needed it. The horse she chose came out last, a rather ugly dun gelding. Except she knew he could run, she'd exercised them all. She didn't bother with anything for the horse, seeming to flow off the ground and onto his back.<br/><br/>Ducking her head as she came out of the stables she turned to Morys, "Where is this river then?" Dark eyes flicked to the demon and then away, not able to answer his questions, not that this seemed the place or time to chat in any case.