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So it was trouble he was missing. Odd, usually he found himself in the middle of it. The ghost peered once more over the throng of guests before letting his attentions fall once more to the woman. He silently worried for her safety if something larger than a challenge were to break out... for Sayf, too.

"I'm going over there." Kai murmured to the fellahin, thoughtfully holding her eye contact for a moment in hopes of reassuring her. The more mazoi, the better. He took her in fully, bristled with uncertainty and offered a gentle smile in return. There was no need for her to overthink it. "You should head back to the fellahin's quarters. I can't imagine we won't all be needing a drink after this." He already knew he would.