"We didn't do anything," Coromotto insists, exchanging a baffled glance with Daine. They're not familiar with fainting goats, otherwise they might be able to provide some insight. Minus that knowledge, Daine's best guess would be that the goat is ill, somehow - or that would be her guess if it was a real goat. But it's not a real goat, and it'd be fair rude to suggest that someone's soul is ill.

Daine sniffs the air curiously, and after a moment of silent mental conference with Coromotto, he addresses Cascia. "We've never seen a goat quite like you before."