That's... not what he was expecting. He huffs out a reluctant laugh. She has a way of catching him off guard like that. As he works on healing, he falls silent and stretches, taking a moment to contemplate his answer.

"Many more than that, I expect. To make a living off sheep, one would need a herd much larger than the one I tended to as a boy."

Their herd was supplemental income, from milk, wool, and meat. This is a full-fledged farm - the sort that would require more sets of hands. With that in mind...

"Was it really just the two of them, living here?"

That seems far too few.