The goat not thrashing and kicking is an improvement, though the real problem (read: the goat still being inside the inn) has yet to be solved. At least Achilles seems to know what to do with the bread, but the animal seems too agitated to ply with it.

Aloy lets out a long-suffering sigh. The chaos has subsided enough for her to approach, tilting her head a little, as if studying his technique.

"You have to be...nicer. Gentler."

Don't ask her how she knows.