John reached down, scratching under Toby's ear. "Good find boy." He praised. "Easy now."

Toby quiets down.
Jonathan works on calming down the bay gelding while trying to calm himself down, "So is there something I can help you with or is this a social visit?"
Sherlock shakes his head, "Are you alright?"
"I... after you left... never mind it's not important," Jonathan says facing the horse.

"...Well. We have time." John assured him. "Talk whenever you're ready."

Jonathan turns to them showing his black eye, "I was attacked after you and Mr. Holmes left by the crew who worked for the man who had kidnapped Mr.Anderson."
The horse gently nudges Jonathan who goes back to grooming him, "Look I'll help you if you need if just keep in mind I have enemies of my own without adding more onto that number."
"I understand that," Sherlock speaks, "Watson do you think that you could help get the swelling on Jonathan's eye go down?"
"That's really not necassary really it'll heal on it's own," Jonathan protests, "I can't pay for your services Dr.Watson."

"Oh, I won't charge, it's an easy fix." John responded. "If you don't mind me rumaging around for a few things, that is." He added.

"I don't mind though this really isn't necassary," Jonathan states as the horse shakes his head trying to push Jonathan out of the stall, "Alright, alright Blaze I'm going."

John shrugged. "Pardon, but do you not want me to help?" He asked.

Unforentually for Jonathan he was outnumbered two to one, Blaze wasn't going to let Jonathan go without treatment and Sherlock wanted answers. Blaze stuck his nose towards Dr. Watson and pointed to Jonathan.
"So when did that happen?"
"After you left when I started making my rounds. It looks like I don't have a choice in a the matter since Blaze won't let either of us leave before you do."