He nodded as he listened, quietly musing on how natural her 'accent' already sounded, so much so that he barely heard it anymore, and he had been here barely a day. He turned away, before pulling out his PDA, and flipping open the waterproof casing. He tapped a couple keys, before frowning and flipping it closed, and resumed keeping the horses plodding forward. Once they were in town, he whistled to get the mage's attention. "Sorry, didn't think of this earlier. Considering I am putting the horses in the stable, you might want to have the bodies placed where they won't be with them. The horses need to rest, and bodies might unnerve them. One of the inner houses would probably suffice for storage."<br/><br/>He stopped the horses near the stable, and then began figuring out how to unhitch them, murmuring softly to them as he unbuckled them. Once he got them unbuckled from the harness, he led them into the paddocks, idly remembering his grandfather's livestock lessons. They had been for cattle, true, but they should apply to horses just as well. He hoped. That done, he started getting them food and water, and tossing some bedding in with them for good measure, before heading to the various houses, looking to see if anyone had survived. He doubted it, but it would help the survivors keep their minds off things, and a child might have been easily missed.