You spent God only knows how long bleeding against this tree. You feel cold, your vision grows dim as your heartbeat begins to slow. All seemed lost until you heard a rustle in the brush nearby. You wearily turn your head towards the sound, discovering a village woman with a basket of berries on her arm. She gasped as she saw you and hurried over to help you

The young goat woman does her best to patch up your wounds, but you pass out soon after she approaches you. You wake up a few hours later on a wool bed, bandages covering your body, and the goat girl who saved you resting her head on the side of the bed. It seems she was waiting for you to wake up. She was sound asleep, softly snoring