He nods, paying careful attention to where he is told to put them. As she walks off he goes back to work, slowly hauling the dozen or so crates into the stables, musing quietly that the horses were arguably as well fed as the slaves were. Grain and oats are undeniably not light, and by the time he is finished, the boy's body glistens with sweat. He pants softly, bent over, taking a drink of water from a simple tin basin before going to the woman.<br/><br/>"Is there anything else you needed?"