Lion Head Mesa Sips froth from soft, warm joe

Sayf's expression turned thoughtful as Arsenio told him of how lonely it was to be a guard. He could understand; the mazoi was constantly surrounded by his charges, but often he was a fixture in the background. The fellahin wondered if any stopped and got to know the guard like he had. Of course, he had only been doing as pharaoh wished, but now he was invested for his own benefit. He felt drawn to Arsenio; he genuinely wanted him to be happy. 

Sayf chuckled as Arsenio splashed water in his direction. It was the first time he had seen the guard be playful. You are more than that, he said softly. But I am glad I can help you by just being here, Sayf told him. A forbidden feeling swelled in the fellahin's chest, one he would ignore. The guard did not see him that way, and Sayf belonged to another.