[ as quiet as a whisper. alhaitham listens. the very thought of it is ludicrous, that the prince of the lokapalans would thank the prince of the vissudhas for anything, let alone a bit of basic human decency. alhaitham cannot be mistaken for being kind. look beneath the surface, and you will not find therein an undiscovered well of kindness and compassion. alhaitham acts as he will, and allows others to label his actions as kind because he doesn't not care enough to correct them otherwise. kaveh thanks him, and alhaitham thinks - kaveh's words are better used elsewhere.
alhaitham gets up. he looks at kaveh. the set of his eyes is hard; the past few days have been hard. but at the very minimum, he does not wear the kind of gauntness that suggest lack of meals, and he does not seem unspirited. it is a beginning; it will have to be. ]
Hm.
[ alhaitham slides off the bed. the non-committal noise carries him until he is standing before kaveh. drawn to their full respective heights, they are eye-to-eye. alhaitham looks at him. ]
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alhaitham gets up. he looks at kaveh. the set of his eyes is hard; the past few days have been hard. but at the very minimum, he does not wear the kind of gauntness that suggest lack of meals, and he does not seem unspirited. it is a beginning; it will have to be. ]
Hm.
[ alhaitham slides off the bed. the non-committal noise carries him until he is standing before kaveh. drawn to their full respective heights, they are eye-to-eye. alhaitham looks at him. ]
And was she reassured?