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James wasn’t sure how much time they had, but a few minutes of brushing Shadow’s mane did her good. She looked more relaxed and relieved. James looked back at Quentin, still standing off by the building.

“Should we check if they found anything, you think?”

Quentin nodded.

"It seems like a good idea," he agreed.

James nodded and slipped the brush back into the saddlebag. He walked back over to Quentin and glanced back at him in acknowledgment before opening the door to go back in.