He wondered if the Orcs used outhouses all of a sudden.  They certainly seemed to have all the same working as men, but maybe not.  

He gently moved her to the outhouse opening and sat her down on the seat.  He waited for some time whistling and chatting about the mule and their possibly shared past on a field of combat.  Finally, he heard a small stream of urine.

“Hey, very good!  So, we got enough water in you yesterday.  We’ll keep doing that so we can clean you up.  I’m glad you didn’t do that in bed.  I didn’t think of that.  Let’s start the day with some breakfast, check you out and make some clothes for you.  Then we can think about farming.”

Karl boiled some grains and added a touch of honey.  He mimicked eating and after a moment she was able to feed herself.  Karl was deeply pleased.  That was a lot faster than he anticipated.  

After breakfast he had her lay down and looked at her from head to toe. Her scalp was still heavily agitated from his bad shaving and mostly like the mess of her hair.  He went over as best he could, putting ointment on any spots that look bad.  He rolled her over and was glad to see that her rectum was still intact and immediately second guessed his oatmeal breakfast.  He was going to keep her on broth for a while.

He then pulled out his materials and started thinking about clothing.  She certainly didn’t appear to be worried about being naked, but it was tough on him.  The periodic erections made him feel uncomfortable.  He felt like he was taking advantage of a person who could not defend themselves.  And then the knowledge of the feral men taking advantage of her for so long that she shut down to deal with it.  The horror of that had a cooling effect on his libido.

He ended up making a simple set of shorts and a minimal top that held her heavy chest in place.  He remembered that Orcs didn’t wear much in terms of clothing on the field.  Mostly pieces of captured armor that they altered to fit them.

After some trial and error, he had the clothes fit well enough that she could bend over or sit without pulling the seams out.  The top was more of a challenge.  He had her lean over and her breasts would fall out.  That took some extra material to figure out.  

The footwear was an issue.  He didn’t know how to make a boot, so he decided on a sandal.  She actually had feet the same size as him.  It made the work a bit easier when he had to go back and forth with alterations.  

Once they were settled, he tidied up the kitchen things and ushered her outside with him.

“These here are the critters.  You already met Bunny, my mule from the war days and this here is MooMoo my ox.  We’re going to get them all set up and I’ll show you what I’ve been working on and then we’ll go foraging and maybe some hunting.”

He showed her how to harness them both and move them into position.  Bunny in the front pulling the plow and MooMoo in the back with the cart.  Karl was not sure how much she was paying attention, but she no longer had the thousand-yard stare all the time. Once they got into the fields Karl lowered the plow and Bunny moved on his own.  He showed her that they picked up the rocks and put them into the cart and they just had to keep up with the pace.  Bunny stayed straight and MooMoo just stuck to them.  

After a period, they paused to drink water.  

“I think I’m going to have to make you a hat or put something over your shoulders.  I’m not sure if your folks burn like us folks.”

She gradually got the gist of the work and started working on her own.  With both of them clearing rocks he could clear several rows a day.  At this rate he would be on time to plant potatoes.  The soil was sandy and just right for different types of varieties.  

After completing the row, he showed her how to turn the whole assembly around and they completed the second row in record time.  At the end of each row the rocks were piled where they’d eventually become the material for walls or buildings.  As he showed her each activity he wasn’t sure if she was paying attention or absorbing the gist of activity, but her eyes traced his actions.

They took the animals back to the enclosure and took their harnesses off.  

“We're normally going to do a lot more than those few rows, but we gotta work on food and chores while we have the day.”  Karl found himself talking more than he normally did, but since she didn’t really acknowledge him, he just filled the quiet with jabber.  

They spent the afternoon in the woods digging up roots and showing her his traps for rabbits which was his main source of protein.  

At one point he stopped to urinate on a tree and realized that she actually focused for a moment on his activity.  He experienced a moment of concern thinking that seeing a penis might bring up some bad thoughts or anger.  She continued to stare dully while he shook and put it back in his breeches.  

“Do you need to go?  I can get some leaves for you.”  The words hung in the air as she stood mutely.