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Fellahin, yes, Charles knew — but what? What was Jawahir? Instead, all Charles got was more pretty words. The jewel of Akashingo. Charles did not know what a 'jewel' was, and for a moment he contemplated asking. Then Jawahir said that he was there to be.. whatever Charles wanted him to be. That was... Weird, but not entirely weird considering Charles' experience here at Akashingo so far. He could feel his cheek burn as he thought about that. Whatever? he echoed with a touch of longing to his voice. But he knew that Jawahir was far too beautiful, handsome, or whatever in between to be.. something for Charles himself. The berries did not help, as it clouded his judgement. Perhaps that meant that Jawahir could be — was — a woman, if Charles wished it so. A chance, perhaps, for Charles to prove his worth as a man with someone who was not so... too feminine, too, eh, woman.