When the bucket is empty and the trough is full, air filled with the sounds of contented munching, Katherine chances a glance at the mare as she slowly backs out of the stall.

"Such a good girl," she murmurs sweetly, keeping her eyes on her ears, as they will be her first indicator if the mood suddenly goes sour again. "Y'go on and feed that baby of yours all you can stand. Good mama, you are."

She knows Corella is watching every move she makes, of course, but there's enough cautious trust there for her to keep muzzle in oats, ears perked and legs relaxed.

Katherine quietly swings the stall door shut again, latching it back into place with a few more gentle utterances. When she finally turns away from the mare, her eyes alighting on Doc, she grins.

"She ain't so bad."