"That sounds right," Ezra agrees as he takes the comb. "I'm thinking about trying to start to milk them, too, but uh. I think that's gonna take some trial and error." Hopefully not much kicking, or other injury.

He lets some of his presence in the Force bleed out more, project calm and safety as he gets closer to a cluster of the glownies, humming a little as he does. Sure enough, they don't run from him. He even gets gently nosed by one as he sidles up to another to start combing out some wool.