"Huh?" Tessa tilted her head at the question, then laughed. "Well...actually, yes."
No one had ever asked her that, and she'd never admitted to it. They were just sheep, after all, and it seemed silly to name them. But it got lonely sometimes, so she ended up giving them names and having idle conversations with them along their travels, even making up stories to tell them. Of course they didn't understand and she doubted they even listened, but it was for her own benefit. Sometimes, when it was dark and scary, you just needed to hear a voice, even if it was your own, and make believe that someone cared enough to listen, even if they were a sheep or a dog.
She rubbed the back of her neck. "It's...kinda dumb, I know..."