"I'm all right. Just planning to eat my weight in apple pies," he admitted. That was probably all Misha would admit, because he wasn't the type of guy to complain about his personal problems. He would complain about everything under the sun, but if it had something to do with what had happened between him and Ciardha then he would keep it to himself and make a mental note to talk to the vampire later. He'd stop by his house, maybe, because saying anything to him through the journals would just be too impersonal.
"Yeah, that's my dog. Her name's Irena and she's pretty friendly." Irena was currently in a sitting position, just looking around before her brown eyes eventually landed on a boy she'd never seen before.