If Doc looks absolutely gleeful at the sight of the rider being swung back and forth, slow arcs that will probably make him quite ill after awhile...well that's because he is.

He likes this horse, as well, and is careful to step them both out of the mud a bit, towards the trees, where he can find a strong and sturdy one to tie the long reins off.

"S'alright," he murmurs, to the steed. "Git you out of here once we take care'a the rest of the business."

The animal snorts at him, hot breath breezing over his face, and he strokes the underside of his jaw again before he heads back to see if Will needs his help.