She felt better. Somewhat. A bit more alive, anyway.
Enough that she was starting to get the urge to do things again, instead of sitting or laying still all day.
The balcony - and the fact that she had access to it, even if she still hadn't managed to walk the full way on her own yet - helped, but the feeling of confinement was growing.
Rache didn't want to stay cooped up forever.
But that was all for the future, because today...
Today, there were already plans that needed her full attention, because they were important to the long-term health of a very sweet and important baby goat that she couldn't see as much as she liked.
He still slept next to her, but she'd been so tired and sick she'd barely been able to feed or care for him herself.
His ears flicked, his expressive eyes blinking sleepily. He gave an unhappy bleat at her and nuzzled her with more vigor, more desperation. "Maaaaaa. Ma-ma..."
