She leaned down carefully, looping her arms around the soft, sweet little goat who looked up at her with such darling, innocent eyes.
He was barely awake from his little nap, but he looked up at her so trusting! Like...! Like he knew she wouldn't hurt him, that she'd promised to keep him safe, somehow.
"Hup!" She stumbled back a step, lifting Darry in her arms. He was, in fact, about the size of a Yorkie. With all that leg, she thought he might be heavier, but...
With as underfed as her new little baby was, it really wasn't that bad. And he laid his cute little face on her shoulder and made a contented little grumbling noise.
"You sure?" Caelan squinted at her. "We can set 'im in the wheelbarrow."
She shook her head. "You're already doing so much for Darry and I. I should at least do what I can."