Sulen puts their glass down, carefully. They really wish they could scry Sasha right now, wish they could know if she's playing this game deliberately, because she enjoys it like Ashari enjoys it. But they really can't concentrate enough for it right now, and looking either of them directly in the face will ruin what emotional control they currently have. The urge to flee battles with guilt. "Displaying your usual good timing," they manage to say. They wonder how they're ever going to win Sasha's trust.