Sasha knew that somewhere under the beard, he was blushing. Bright, flaming red.
He wasn't exactly some delicate little shrinking violet or anything, but they were laughing at him. A lot. A lot. Two on one, and that just wasn't any kind of fair!
He had to get Mishka back to work, or else it might never stop.
"Baba...have you heard anything about mages gathering? We heard rumours before we left Connlaoth that someone was magic-bombing the Grand Duke, and you know what they're like down there. Mishka's got magic in her family, and if they lash out because of the rumours...well, she's a little worried about what might happen to some of her people. Aren't you, love?"