[She's not hard to find. She's found herself a little patch of grass between the rose bushes, just like she did during her first few days in the pasture, when she was too cagey and feral to come inside.]

[She's laying on her back, staring up at the clouds and the flowers swaying against the sky, casting shadows on her face. She looks pale.]

[Her eyes flick to him as soon as he comes in view. She starts pushing herself up, laboriously.]

Oh, thank God you're here.

Sit down right now.