"Good boy. Now...." she turns to the unicorn once it is secured. "Let's see more about this." An earlier suggestion has inspired her, and she runs her hand down the leg that she sliced before, not touching the unicorn's blood, but close to it. One, two, three strokes, as she murmurs, "Bred in the bone, not in the blood. Bred in the bone, not in the blood. Bred in the bone, not in the blood."