Cassy walked between Setcho and Alistair. "Guys, please," she said, holding out her hands. "Look, Setcho, Alistair's not bad. The people of Darkwood consider him to be very good luck. And Alistair, Setcho and I are kind of... Together." She blushed and rubbed the back of her head. "We just don't remember how we forgot about it." The crat looked between the saber and Setcho. "Please... if you won't back off of each other yourselves, would you at least do it for me? Please?"