Clara categorized goblins by the animals they reminded her of. The green goaty ones, the orange catty ones, the brown owly ones. One of the goaty ones was the first she saw, what felt like later in the day.
She didn’t know how long she slept after she washed a second time. She’d tried to make herself vomit, but it hadn’t worked. She had wrapped herself in blankets, and when she woke the torches were lit and there was a glass bottle in the middle of the floor. It was nothing but milk mixed with honey. It would keep her from starving, at least, and quieted her stomach. She stayed in her makeshift bed, wrapped in blankets, and drank it slowly.
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