The werehorse, Elias, knew where to take them, pulling the carriage gently once the ladies had made themselves comfortable. Dulcinea never read the girl's words beforehand, always patiently waiting for them to be presented to her.
She answered with a nod, explaining, "He has been in my care for some time now, almost as long as I've been in the city. He wanted to tag along tonight, you know, but I directed him elsewhere. He's taken a fancy to your looks, I think, though I cannot fault him; he has good taste."
Dulcinea leveled Hana with a half-hooded gaze and sultry smile. She faintly touched one finger under the red-head's chin before placing her hands back in her lap.