Bearclaw Valley And now there'll be no time to play

A job? Nobody had ever given her a job before. Hearing this perked Indra up a little, focused her attention.
If this was something that would free her from stillrift, she'd do it. If it brought her closer to freedom, food, or the comfort of a normal life, she'd do it.
What is it?
The lady was warm towards her today; she showed tenderness in the way she brushed Indra's fur. It was physical contact that the touch-starved girl had been yearning for, all these weeks. The smallest touch — it reminded her of better days.