Peter was a little surprised when he arrived to find Jules sitting in the stall. He wasn't too sure if she was keeping an eye on the mare or finally had to rest her leg. "Are you both alright?" He asked

"Mhm..." she leaned on the stall wall.

"You can't get up, can you?" Peter asked with concern, heading over to her.

"No" she finally said, "How'd you know" she looked at him questioning. Spring snorted softly in her shirt.

"I figured it was something major when you don't even try to say you are fine" Peter sighed "Now please be honest, should I help you indoors or do you need a doctor?"

"Hmph, I'd rather go in my house." She stood up carefully.

Peter shook his head lightly, hoping that didn't do more damage. He gently wrapped his good arm around Jules, although he wasn't sure he could relieve as much of her weight as he had before. After all he had only been out of hospital a few days.

"As nice as I like your touch you aren't strong enough to hold and or help me" she carefully unwrapped his arm from her waist and whistled for Harper, "Wanna help mom Harp?" Harper stood beside her as Jules held herself up using her dog.

Peter sighed as she refused his help. Honestly he would be willing to use every last drop of his energy to look after Jules.

She walked with Harper to her house, she opened the door and sat on the couch.