It was not a fortuitous sign, Jasper reflected, in the brief moment the stagecoach was tilting to the right.<br/><br/>After the crash, his immediate concern -- the heavily-armored man who had spilled onto him in the course of the carriage's fall -- resolved itself, clambering up and over and out of the carriage.  A personal inventory said something had been pinched, something else had been smashed, but there were many small pains rather than a single, overriding stabbing sensation.  That was probably a good sign, he decided; an absence of sprains, fractures, and other major inconveniences boded well.  He had to wait long enough for the other three to clamber out first, but by the time the wizard's time in 'line' came up, Aiyel had made it back to the cage and was helping him up and out.<br/><br/>He followed the old man off the cart, inspecting the damage; he hadn't the first idea as to meaningfully mend it besides 'reattach wheels'.  They might be walking some ways...<br/><br/>"I don't know the first thing about handling horses," Jasper observed, for Lydia's and Jael's as he followed her gaze, "but I have a spell that can let one person fly fast enough to try to catch them.  Just the one person, mind, which likely poses its own dangers here and now..."<br/><br/>Then, another string of words came back to mind.  "Is this 'old mansion' dangerous?" he asked, looking back to Grosvenor.  "Or are we looking at possible shelter?"