It was hard to move fast with a goat, but Sam did his best. He ducked into the police station next to Margaery, letting her handle putting the goat back in its cell. "A few bruises...nothing major," he said, mostly as an automatic response. The injury to his arm was starting to throb a little, which probably meant he shouldn't be lugging around any more livestock.

He might also have a cut on his forehead, but he doesn't notice it just yet.

"The animals all okay?"