Relena startles for a moment when it kicks, but she hugs the sheep's leg more firmly to keep it still, instinctively making a hushing sound as if it were a child rather than a sheep. Some part of her wants to comfort it, but she keeps herself still so it doesn't flail out of Estinien's grasp.

"Do you have to keep cleaning it until it's healed then? I imagine there will be a lot of dirt build up even after a day, right?"

She can't help but think of such a thing on her own foot and wrinkles her nose. She wonders what kind of ointment would exist in a place like this.