Lion Head Mesa acquiescent

Sayf took a seat, allowing some silence to pass between them after Germanicus answered his question. When it was clear there would be no elaboration, the fellahin spoke again, his voice soft and even. I like this time of night. He paused and looked over at the weary man. It's quiet and still. Sometimes it was peaceful if his mind would allow it. Of course the only true peace he ever found was within the arms of the Pharaoh. But he was just rambling now, trying to fill the silence. Trying to distract. If talking about it would help, I am a good listener, he gently offered. For some, talking helped; for some, it only made things worse. He was unsure which the shadow would prefer.