Kash waved that off. "No harm done." He'd given worse offense for less reason. Honestly, he'd given worse offense because he didn't feel like talking to someone.

"Sounds like a real bitch." Which was the Kashaw conversational equivalent of sympathy. "We've got places where magic is restricted to the clergy and plenty of people who hate one or another kind of magic but when your world's full of magical beings and races that'd murder you as soon as spit, at most, it usually gets you a side-eye."