Quatre had just glanced over at Inigo to try and see if he could get the rest of the grass that he had gathered, but it was interrupted by spotting the little figure racing across the ground and heading towards the gate. He turned to watch it as the goat chased after it, after the food that it had with it. He continued to stand there, watching as the other raced over to slam the gate closed. He jogged after him to catch up.

“No, it’s fine. There was no harm in it. Thank you.”