“Ah you cheeky,” Asran said with a chuckle. He looked to where Ayrie had gotten hurt, and his face saddened a little. “I’m sorry my sister hurt you,” he said. Then stood up to follow Ayrie though he did grab the basket. As he wanted to eat his lunch still even if it might be a little disturbed. 
When Asran took his seat he asked what it was they needed to talk about. His face was filled with concern.