Bobo nods, understanding avoiding the things that trigger thoughts of the past. He's been doing a bit of that himself. "And no need to do that or talk about it. I can work on the corral, hope to get it done before the snow gets too bad around the village."

He's not always sure what they're doing with all of this, but he's in for the long haul and seeing how things turn out.

"Could go with those llamas," he points out. "Could find sweetgrass like we uses to use for beds and wrap it in that purple fluff." He pauses and then chuckles. "Let me guess. That's the next of the herd?"