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Arsenio did not know if Sayf had understood. The slender young figure looked down at his chest and watched the water lap against him with only one word in response. The mercenary did not want for the Fellahin to feel that it was necessary to do anything beyond conversing. Perhaps he did not understand that what the Greek man needed was to feel ordinary.

You know it can be lonely to be a guard sometimes, he said, voice sounding more cheerful than it should have for the subject. Sayf had asked if something weighed on his mind, something that he wished to share. There were many things, yes, but only few that he felt comfortable sharing with one so close to the Pharaoh. Arsenio did wish that Sayf was not as dedicated to the royal members of Akashingo, but there was nothing that could be done about it.

Sometimes I like to feel like I am just a man… who talks with his friends. Over anything, or nothing. It does not matter. It is enough to have you here. Arsenio grinned toothily at Sayf and splashed the water intentionally toward the slender Fellahin.