She notices the shift, subtle as it is, but doesn't call it to light. She'll simply enjoy it while it lasts.

While he finishes up, she brings Beaut out of her stall and starts getting her ready.

"All right. Your saddle blanket goes on first," she says, nodding to the bench where she set their tack, indicating he should follow suit and pick up Duncan's.

Throwing the blanket on Beaut's back isn't difficult at all, neither is explaining to Gene just where it should settle on Duncan. Then she hefts her saddle -- something she's done a thousand times before -- handling it like it's nothing.