Ulma shrugged as the man turned away. What he did was none of her business, and he'd been helpful enough. Besides, she had places to be now. It would be hard to care for the little plant on the road, so her next destination would be her son's apothecary shop in Ketra. Considering what the flower might be, he would be more than happy to help her with this.
She walked back over to the strange animal and secured the pot safely into a pocket before tugging on a leash. "Come, Ugly. We go now."
