[As the little creatures come bowling over she feels an unaccustomed rush of...what? Delight, a simple kind of pleasure, like the first time she tried food that actually tasted of something, or sank into her first hot bath. She'd always known she'd grown up under exceptionally shitty circumstances, but it's still a shock like a snapped stem - short and sharp - to realise the myriad things she had no way of knowing that she'd like.

Two of the goats immediately start munching on the hey, whilst a third eyes her steadily before headbutting her in the side. It doesn't hurt, not really, and she's quick to laugh.]

You little shit!

[But her tone is light, more amused than annoyed.]

So they don't have any of that stuff over there? I'll have to tell Harrow. It was her first choice, actually, to go to Solvunn. The Free Cities was my idea.

[She drags her gaze away from the goats for just a moment, to look up into Alucard's face.]

They're meant to be all reclusive and shit, right? Maybe they do have baby goats, but I've had enough of reclusive to last a lifetime.