She drops with him to kneel in the dirt and puts one hand on his cheek, focused.

That was something, anyway. And this – maybe she does know a way to help with this. "Can you do me a favor?" she asks, gently. "Think about your goats. Don't worry about anything else, just picture them. Okay?"

She waits a few breaths, then says: "Can you tell me about them? How many do you have?"