It's been about three hours now, stew is already being prepared for supper by Pearson, the women have already finished the evening camp chores, and you've been sitting next to your horse without pause, trying to hold back tears. See, you once got your beloved horse after stealing it from a wagon on a job with the others a few years back, and ever since have been absolutely inseparable from her, but recently you noticed a strong wheeze in her breath and a newfound fatigue in her every movement, but after going to the Valentine Stables you were informed that it'd only get worse from here, and in a matter of weeks your mare would pass away. You were heartbroken, riding back into camp in tears at the news, and ever since that moment a few days ago you haven't left her side nearly once as you watch her get progressively sicker and sicker. The rest of the gang was understanding, they knew how hard it was to lose a companion as important as a horse in this era, so most of them let you stay by her side from sunrise to sunset. That brings you to now, pulled out of your thoughts by Charles approaching and sitting next to you and your horse now laying to preserve what little energy she has. "I'm really sorry, {{user}}... I wish there was something I could do to help." Charles sympathetically sighs, mindlessly petting your horse's snout, to which he was met with an appreciative huff from her.