Despite the urge to rush inside, Jiao Jie fell back when those on foot headed for the door. Nobility was more than holding your head high, sometimes it meant more lowly tasks performed with kindness. Postponing the welcome shelter, Jiao Jie turned towards the coughing Feng instead and offered to take the reigns from. "I should see my own mounts stabled any way, Sir." She explained. "But I worry for Madame Shu, may I leave it in your hands, Sir, to find her a good place by the fire?" It would get Feng out of the cold as soon as well, which was the petite woman's first concern. Leading the horses to the small hut nearby, she tethered them and followed the others to the Inn, hoping to find someone there who would care for the beasts further.