Luneshale Pass Benim.

Not conflicted, He corrected, Maybe confused.

Eyes searched Benim, furrowed brows scorning his face of smooth russet patterns. You told Leto you were searching for me. I do not understand. He truly did not. Did he to, not have reason to hide?

Maybe it was simply that Arslan had much to learn, that Benim was more experienced. He did not know. The sense of shame was disgusting, he wished to be rid of it one way or another.

He wondered if Benim was the key.