Tess climbed the ladder as if in a dream, barely remembering to thank Greymane. She bit her lip, surveying her seemingly vast surroundings. She decided to set her duffel on the bed, and sat next to it, hands in her lap. What should she do? She didn't want to unpack, as she was only staying the night.
Greymane milked his two cows, who were plenty happy to see him, then tucked them into the cow shed with their calves for the evening. He tossed a little grain to the chickens as he headed back inside with a gallon of milk and some cream skimmed from the tank for making fresh butter.
