“Ah, yes. That’s me. Head to the ground and all.” Mahir nodded, smiling slightly, glad that at the very least, she didn’t think he was sincerely feng kuang de. It would probably be a horrible thing, Mahir decided, if you had to spend several months in close confinement with someone who thought you were genuinely insane.
And then paused. Even amidst the laughter, which was quite pretty, he something didn’t strike him as quite right. Something she’d said. Hang on. “Wait, owner?"