Anastasia nodded when he said it was an accident. She turned back to Gale and continued to brush him. After a moment, she stopped and dried her hands on her dress. She walked over to him and placed a hand on his forehead. She pursed her lips, "No fever," she said more so to herself. Her eyebrows knitted together as she looked at him, "Is there something wrong?"

She walked over to the box of brushes and handed him one, "Here... If you are upset about my mother... Or something that Gerald said... Maybe brushing Gale will help keep your mind off whatever is bothering you," she grabbed a brush for herself and continued to you clean her horse. She peeked her head over his back every once in a while to steal a glance at Samsul, making sure he was alright. She bit her lip, "You know... You can talk about it... if you want..."