"Jon who?" Idlely to Alanna, then nodding at her. Fluttering hands move to the buttons on Archie's shirt.

Svava actually isn't blushing. She's too worried. A glance up at Archie with wide eyes, and she bites her lip. "Should have been more careful. I'm sorry." Almost whispered.

Later- maybe- she'll blush at the memory of pulling his shirt open and trying to help Archie get it off.