That's not what she means, short stuff.

[Dylas, who is still seven and a half feet tall despite the illusion magic at work, has ears that are sensitive enough to pick out footsteps that are more or less consistent with their own. He's loud when he verbally calls out Santa, but he's quieter on the second go about.]

We've got someone tailing us. And not. My tail. I mean, following us. I can't figure out who yet.