She maa-nderstood! The goats, were they real goats and not adorable stuffed robot goats, would breathe sighs of relief. Someone elsewhere who does draw breath breathes what's less a sigh of relief and more a disgruntled grumble of resignation, but she's in something closer to an actual sitting position again, so that's a win.

The goats will stick close to Whisper as she begins her own paa-trol, but every now and then one will break formaa-tion to explore a particularly intriguing flower or other element of the laa-ndscape. So far so good!

As long as they don't run into any hills!