Spitfire perked his ears at the filly's words. Quickly walking over to Bailey, he examined her tattered ear. "Dang." He mumbled, stepping back now that he had seen the extent of the damage. "Are you alright? Need anything?" He questioned rapidly. Escaping from a slaughter house, he had seen far worse, but the experience also left him easily agitated and longing to help of any horse was injured.