"That's what I thought." She makes a face at the goat, unable to do anything ruder because Ingrid is a delicate flower. Even though her mouth turns down into a brief, grumpy frown, it doesn't reach her tone. "I think Thor sent him after to me. To... keep an eye on me."

She'd had an inkling, but now that Connor has confirmed the goat is looking after her, she seems more settled in her deduction.