"You can't keep it, Liz!" Thalleia sat crouched in the shadows by the open shed door. Lamplight flickered in the windows of the masters house, highlighting his dark form as he paced across the room. "It looks sickly. I doubt it will live through the week, even if I did let you tend it." "He's not a calf or a lamb, Joe, he's a child." Thalleia had to strain to hear her, the mistress' voice was soft and pleading. "Rii'ka died to give him life, Joseph... please, don't let it be for nothing." "He's just a baby..." "Alright, Liz... alright. Put it in the shed with the others." "Come here, Thalleia."