" You're here to see us off?" Zarqa arched an eyebrow at the boy who came along with Ali Baba, with Wael always at his heels.
They had just finished packing their things at the back of the carriage. Iram had already been escorted to the Tigris earlier that morning through a different route.
They all doubted the people would appreciate a giant lumbering through their busy city.
" Oh my, is my presence a bother?" Arslan asked, though his smile told her he didn't mean it. " I made time in my schedule so I can bid you farewell. I have to do at least this much for the one who saved my life."
" You don't need to put it like that. I just-"
" Did what you believed was right? Yeah, I was told about that." He glanced towards Ali Baba, who grumbled as he was throwing his satchel with the luggage. " That doesn't change how I see it, though."
