"Well, kid who's folks weren't married, anyway." Bert shrugged. "Can't see why that'd be something to worry about. Plenty of brats born on the wrong side of the bed, an...."
Bert attempted a grin, faltered, then grinned again.
"You're having me on," he said, pretty sure she was. But maybe she wasn't. That sort of thing happened all the time back in the days of Eld, and maybe that sort of thing happened all the time where Alessa came from.