Soren diverts his path along with Cú's toward the pub, his mind running down the current of their conversation. A misunderstanding still abounds, though it is not between them and Henrietta. He was going to bring it up eventually, so this is the perfect way to introduce the subject.

"I don't actually have a Bonded at the moment," he admits quietly. "Not anymore." They pass by the doors; eyes fall upon them here, too, and whether it's because they're recognized in some capacity or because the sight of a dragon is a natural cause of rubbernecking is a complete toss between reasons.