Well, this was going a bit better than expected. At least they were not at each other's throats for one reason or another, yet. Ashura kept sipping from his cup quietly, listening to them go back and forth. He knew the reasons, but he felt it would serve no purpose if he butted in now. He remembered spending days admiring those tattoos, having always liked them...

Oh, no, don't drift, he needed to be here, in the now, ready to jump in in case something went sideways.