Silently doing some maintenance on her crossbow. Her horns are starting to poke through her hair, just barely visible.
Ugh. . . She loves her mountain, but it's so lonely sometimes.
She doesn't mind him. She knows who he is, at least.
She's more concerned about the pillagers. Or that red-headed weirdo she's seen running around their mansion.
Slowly making her way up her mountain with a very small lamb wrapped up in blankets in her arms.
“ Little brat, you know the pen is safer than out here... C'mon, let's get you home. ”
Sitting up in a tree on her mountain, fletching a few arrows for her crossbow and watching her house.... With the still-dormant Iron Golem sat in a comfy-looking position on the porch.
The little goat just... buries her face in Ferri's chest, throwing her arms around the Golem and squeezing WAY tighter than someone her size should be capable of.
“ Y-You were overheating, I just. Panicked a bit... ”