Quatre's subtly withdrawn air could be tiredness, or a lingering bad dream, or the fact that he's still ill at ease in the new territory of the Milliways stable. All the same, he gets a glance that's somewhere between faint concern and inquiry, as Trowa sits down on a nearby bale.

There are several bales stacked together in a row here, the front rank of a stockpile that spreads to either side and rises high behind Trowa's back. Plenty of room for two.