"Ohhhhh, yeah, I - yep. That'd do it." The glownie finished its snack and Clarice held her palm out flat so it could lick it clean to make sure it had gotten everything.

"I'm happy to help you with the shearing end of things," she said. A shadow flickered across her face for a moment, the echo of an old, deep wound. "Just ... please don't let me be here when you do the actual slaughtering. I know it's necessary, but I - I can't handle the sound."