Emotions were fickle things, that's what they were. Very fickle. She didn't need them. Not when she had the people that she already cared about. People that she'd live (and die) for. Even if that last part wouldn't be advisable, not again. Never again if she could help it. It was probably one of the reasons she liked where they were now. Her master didn't have to go through the hell of losing her and she didn't have to leave him.

When they get to the stall, she presses a bit closer to him, but at the same time not. Those eyes of hers even scan the stall before them as she takes in the scent of some of them, one particular one having her scrunching her nose up a bit," Not that one." Well, not that particular seed anyway.