Khalida’s mouth thins out in an effort not to laugh. After the pilot makes an announcement that they’re going to take off, the pilot says over the speaker, “Ey! Pequeño muchacho! You being good to Khallie?” “Ay, Dios mío,” Khalida mutters, sliding down in her seat a little with a red face.
Asa raises an eyebrow and she grins. “Your loss.” She turns to Vic, hanging upside down on the railing. “New boy, your not another mortal vessel are ya?”
Sorcha sighs in relief. “Thank you.” She turns away from him with a faint blush and walks into the tree.