Niska kneels down by the goat's mouth to feed it, holding out a palmful at a time, smiling at him even if she's intrigued and wary about this theta in ways that she doesn't want to think about. She's sure that it will be fine, and she shouldn't fuss.

"Well, I'd be happy if you decided you liked it. Goat's milk for everyone," she insists cheerfully.