"A figure of speech." She said in response. She certainly felt mad at times, given how much her animals had come to mean to her. They were creatures and so far separate from the life she had lived before. But they had given her meaning and a simplicity that hadn't existed for her before. This was a quiet life and one that allowed her to rest and find herself.

"Would you consider assisting me in caring for them?" She asked, wrapping her arms across her chest. "I had others to help as my herd started to grow and expand, but they were pulled from the village." The loss of their help and presence would be an infected wound on her heart.

"I have no means to repay you, unless you would like clothes or blankets?"