"Please do." Hallbjorn told the young woman when she asked if he wanted her to drive. He could manage it if necessary, but right now it seemed alright. He used his phone to find the nearest Dairy Queen and as planned they bought Blizzards. Hallbjorn also bought a couple hamburgers and ate them in record time, despite it being so soon after dinner. It would help him to heal. They had time to sit and enjoy having the ice cream, which Hallbjorn insisted that they do. He wanted Kara to have enough time to savour the treat and eat it at her own pace. And he would enjoy her pleasure at eating the cold confection. Eventually Hallbjorn's eyes returned to normal.<br/><br/>Then Hallbjorn took the wheel from her and pushed on. He drove them out of Tucson and further on, managing to get into New Mexico before the approaching dawn forced them to stop. They had made it into another small town that was a lot like Jackrabbit Junction but slightly larger: it had three stop lights going through it and two gas stations. There was no chain lodgings, but a small bed and breakfast style place that they were able to rent a room together from. It was much nicer than the Motel 6 room they had shared earlier. It had two beds, a television, an adjoining bathroom, and it boasted free wifi. Not that they needed the latter.<br/><br/>The blond male threw on a coat to cover up his bandages when they checked in. In the room he inspected them. They still caused him pain but the blood was dry and they seemed to be healing well enough, so there was no need to replace them.<br/><br/>He sat on one of the beds, leaning over to remove his boots. It pained him to do it but he did not even think about asking Kara for help. It just never occurred to him to ask her. The man was too accustomed to being alone and tending himself for the thought to have popped into his mind.<br/><br/>"Thank you for your help before." Hallbjorn told Kara. "I did not recognize the werewolves in the restaurant, or I would have taken us somewhere else." The tall man told her. "They only attacked because I crossed them in the last Accession. We fought on opposites sides." He assumed she heard the rest, about how he killed one of them. "The werewolves call themselves Lykae. They are all part of a Scottish clan - MacRieve." He looked over at the young woman. His eyes remained blue, and he was speaking without emotion in his voice.<br/><br/>"Do you want to ask me anything before we sleep?" The man asked her. "About the Lore?"