It is a bit hard for her to think of a young Estinien, let alone one wrangling sheep as he is now. He's such a serious man. She can't help but wonder if he's always been severe or if once he had a more youthful spirit.

"So you were on a farm like this when you were a kid, then?" she asks, wondering if farms in a world with elves and people with lizard tails resembled any of what they've been living in since they went through that portal.

She perks up immediately and nods, stepping closer again to look the sheep over.

"Of course. How should I hold its legs still? Is there a certain way I should grab them?"