Luneshale Pass get in, loser, we're going shopping

"To shop around," she told him. "For good blood" Or whatever it was that made a litter of pups.

A subtle wrinkle formed between her eyes. "Are you bringing that godawful plant?"

A silent conversation of loaded looks followed - a raised brow, a grimace, rolling eyes. Eventually,  they set off – Arslan, unbeknownst to them both, for the last time.