[Estinien shrugs a shoulder and sits down at the table as she works. He watches her light the fire, and curiously starts playing with flames he's summoned up between his fingers - something he's been practicing.]

They're fine. The worst of the hoof rot I've found has healed up by now. The fences will be ready for spring, but until then, I'm going to be busy doling out hay.

[There was plenty of work to be done in the summer months, but the sheep mostly fed themselves. As it is, they'll be relying more on their keepers for sustenance.]