“No, it’ll just take another two weeks!” Overnight or gradually, Shura doesn’t care. She just wants to know what to prepare for and when.

Aconite is secure in Shura’s satchel. The little dragon is too scared to cause a fuss, wrapped up in a tight ball among the plants Shura managed to collect before things went south. It’s at this moment Shishi reappears, trotting alongside Shura and Strange for a moment before taking the lead. Does he know where he’s going? Shura doesn’t bother to call him back. His nose was decent, he can probably track Strange’s scent to his home.