" As he drew near his tent, he saw Arya waiting for him by the entrance. Eragon quickened his stride, but before he could greet her, someone called out: “Shadeslayer!”
Eragon turned and saw one of Nasuada’s pages trotting toward them. “Shadeslayer,” the boy repeated, somewhat out of breath, and bowed to Arya. “Lady Nasuada would like you to come to her tent an hour before dawn tomorrow morning, in order to confer with her. What shall I tell her, Lady Arya?”
“You may tell her I will be there when she wishes,” Arya replied, inclining her head slightly.
The page bowed again, and then he spun around and ran off in the direction from which he had come.
“It’s somewhat confusing, now that we’ve both killed a Shade,” Eragon observed with a faint grin.
Arya smiled as well, the motion of her lips almost invisible in the darkness. “Would you rather I had let Varaug live?”
“No…no, not at all.”
“I could have kept him as a slave, to do my bidding.”
“Now you’re teasing me,” he said.
She made a soft sound of amusement. "

― Christopher Paolini , Inheritance (The Inheritance Cycle, #4)