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Sayf sometimes spent his time watching Jawahir from the shadows. He was curious about what he could always see turning in their mind. It wasn't often it was just the two of them, and so he fought with the urge to show himself, assuming they didn't already know he was there. 

But tonight, the urge was too strong; the look on their face eviscerated him. Sayf pulled himself to their side, only getting out: Are you—? before a voice interrupted them. The new one. Sayf had stared at the slender features of his face for the longer than he should. But his eyes eventually lifted to the stranger's gaze, a soft confusion on his face.