"S'just sprained, then. C'mon, lemme help y'up." Sara trotted back over to the pair of them whiffling as she huffed for breath.
"Picky bitch. Don't know what got inna her," Jack stood and swatted Sara's neck, grabbing her reins and pulling on them to hold her completely still. His other hand was extended to help Chel up, hoping it'd be enough. "I can walk 'em back, if you'd rather me keep'er from spookin' again.