Re: [In-person: PJ and Atticus and Matt]
[Atticus returned in a new set of equally unimpressive clothing. Jeans. Gray shirt with long sleeves. Glasses tucked away and a shiner that made his left eye look like it needed a frozen slab of venison as badly as PJ did. He tossed a bag of painkillers on one of the wood tables in the space, and he walked over to the horse stall.] Don't start. [With a pointed finger to PJ. He knew PJ. She would start.] It doesn't hurt.
[He leaned against the stall. One arm high, and he looked down at PJ. The wounds looked terrible, at least to Atticus' unskilled gaze. Should've had Matt come out before this, even if PJ insisted she was OK.] Will come out after and change those for her?
[Atticus was, without doubt, having one of his bossier, more stressed days. But someone needed to look after PJ.] Thanks for coming out. [Which was belated, because he'd been in a hurry to get the painkillers before.
He crossed his arms over his chest, and he watched. The movement made the bitterly cold air around him churn, and he wasn't in the mood.] Not now. [Under his breath and a snarl. The space warmed slightly, and Atticus relaxed marginally.] Chances she'll be worse off for the change? [Practical questions. Atticus was in the mood for practical questions.] When she changes back, is there going to be anything we need to look out for?