"You probably don't have to do this, you know," Marian said, dubiously eying the goat. The goat eyed her back with her vertically-slit pupils, chewing on Maker-knew-what with a kind of infinite patience.
Aveline shook her head. "I'm a traditional sort of woman, Hawke. I started this relationship. Iproposed. And I make more money than he does."
"But it's so…" she trailed off under Aveline's scowl.
"So what?" the guardwoman asked, hefting the wheat she had under her arm and tugging the goat's lead. "It's so what,Hawke?"
"So sweet," Marian said lamely, and followed Aveline up the stairs to the Hendyr family home.