Putting both her hands on his good shoulder and a little unsteadily, Claire pulled him down onto the bedroom stool. She slipped the harness off and carefully probed the shoulder joint. It was still slightly swollen, with some bruising, but thankfully she could find no evidence of torn muscles. He had refused to let her tend him at the paddock this morning and she asked, "If you were so anxious to get rid of it, why didn’t you let me take it off for you yesterday afternoon?"