[HE WOULD TELL NOTHING BUT THE HONEST TRUTH, ALAINN. Which is bad enough. He watches her sly-eyed as she tells the story, arms folded casually in front of himself. And lets out a 'hmph' at her glee over relating the tale, though he doesn't look at all put out. It's clear, however, as he swoops in between them, that it wasn't the proudest moment of his life]

Don't let her make you think she came away unscathed from the incident either. Half-elves, unlike fighters, spend a great deal of time around trees, when they can. [And he'll leave it at that, with a mysterious grin, putting an arm around Merlin's shoulder and waving at her] I'm taking the boy on a tour, Alainn. You'll have to save the lessons on modern inconvenience for another time. Not to mention, he's interested in learning what we've got to share when it comes to hocus pocus. I'm sure he'll have plenty of time to catch onto the rest later.