"Bowl," he said. "Gotta wash her leg." The sheep's unhappy bleating started up again once it got over being startled by Lavender's appearance. Greg knelt by her again, blocking her bodily against the low cabinets to keep her from moving too much and aggravating her wounds.
He wasn't exactly happy that the sheep was hurt but he couldn't help feeling vaguely grateful for the distraction. He could keep his head bowed as if staring at the animal and still watch Lavender from the corner of his eye. It was ridiculous how intimidated he was by the whole idea of her. Not so much Lavender herself but the whole financee ordeal. He'd not thought to find himself in this kind of position for years yet.