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The birds signal the coming of the morning.There is peace, and that is something that bothers Halia when she awakens. Though, the pain in her back does help to bring her back to reality. Rhannah lays on the ground beside the horse, separated only by some of the moving boxes, placed conspicuously to provide the horse with some modicum of privacy. She remembers now why she was brought here. She's going to help Rhannah move, and then... well, the future is mostly up to the bovine woman laying there. "Hey, boss..." Halia says, standing up and stretching out her tense muscles. "It's bright and early. If we're going to get this work done, we need to do it soon." Rhannah stirs awake, yawning gently, but wincing, placing her hand on her back. "Oooh... that was a bad idea..." she grumbles. "You know... you really didn't need to sleep here all night," Halia says, rubbing her leg and her chinwhen she sits up. "But... thanks. Rhannah slowly gets up to a stand herself and walks on over towards the kitchen. "You're welcome. You know, it's really nice to hear gratitude from you, not that I'm doing this to hear it. I'm genuinely worried about your-" "Let's just stop that," Halia says, stumbling into the kitchen herself. "Take it and be grateful. Just... we need to get started today. I guess I'll do a little morning exercise, and then I can get to unpacking this stuff. You got coffee?" "Get started..." Rhannah says. While she looks through the kitchen, her hand rubs at her abdomen and over her udders. She pauses, frowns, and then says, "I really must be getting down to the dairy. The fridge should have enough for something. I'll be right back. You make it up, and that will be your first duty." Halia's hoof clops against the floor. She clenches her fists. After a moment's hesitation, though, she nods. "Yes, ma'am." "Great. Now, then... let's go down a list of the expectations we have for this morning... Rhannah left Halia all to herself, which left the horse relieved. The cow's hospitality has been so wonderful, but Halia couldn't see herself exposing her most intimate and frightening secrets, even if it pains her. Halia rubs her leg, limping away from the kitchen and sitting down at the dining room table. The doctor at the VA said the newest technologies were all but indistinguishable from the real deal, but she, of course, had to settle for second best. "Don't worry," the doctor had said. "Only your boyfriend would even notice." Her fingers found the latch and pressed the button. With a 'pop,' the prosthetic fell off. She caught it in the same motion and hefted the thing up onto her lap. Proper care and maintenance--that's what it needs. A twist there, a brush there, and it's good to go. "And this one," the doctor said, "will be so inconspicuous, you won't even feel the difference." Yeah, like she could feel it at all. Looking into the mirror in the bathroom she held onto her cheeks, closing her eyes. She rolled her tongue back, practically sticking the thing right up against her throat. The click reverberates through her skull, reminding her just how hollow and just how fragile the thing is. There are just some places a toothbrush can't get to. She rinsed it out without taking a look up, running her fingers along her teeth, and flossing in the most hidden of recesses. Every day she cleans it, and every day, she can't stand to see it. But with a click, she puts it back in and breathes a sigh of relief that Rhannah doesn't get to see it, either. It's been half an hour since Rhannah left for the dairy. Halia stares at the refrigerator. In one hand is the sheet with directions, spelled out exactly how Rhannah likes her breakfast. In the other is the mug of coffee she made herself to get some energy to make the meal. She frowns, staring at the fresh foods all neatly organized, and then she looks back to the directions. She then turns to the clock, ticking away all the time she has left before the boss returns.. Halia pops her pills and sips her coffee, grumbling slightly. Without her morning exercise, her leg feels completely off-kilter. Her day is not her own, and yet, her focus is squarely on the task ahead of her. It's strange how much this should bother her, and again, the excitement wells from deep inside of her. She was given a mission, and dammit, she'll complete it.

Rhannah sits at the table, looking down at the pitiful breakfast before her. The toast has a slight char to its edges. The fruit is chopped up in a display of butchery, and the yogurt is served on a plate. Halia shrugs, taking another sip of her coffee. "I followed the orders as best as I could, miss. Sometimes, when an objective can't be met, one needs to improvise." "Well, that's certainly the spirit, isn't it?" Rhannah says, taking a nibble of her burnt toast. "Well, it seems you need a bit more training, but... where did you find this plate?" she taps the vessel with her fork. "I don't recall taking this out yet." "Oh, it wasn't. I couldn't find the bowls, so I unpacked a bit, decorated, and used what I found." Rhannah pushes her seat back and then heads to the front room. There, she sees furniture and shelves set up with the eye of a designer. She walks up to a rack, where a few of her curios are on display. "I... these are..." "I didn't know how you wanted them, but I didn't want to put them back in the boxes after taking them out, so I improvised." "This is pe... almost perfect," Rhannah says. "Well, you are paying for a professional, aren't you?" Rhannah slaps the soggy, burnt toast on her palm. "I suppose I am," she chuckles slightly at that. "Well, well, well, I thought you had some style, but I didn't realize you knew how to make a mess look good."