"I need you to set up a meeting with Nasir."
Safira blinked at Malik's words, caught off guard.
"What?"
He stepped closer and leaned against the table.
"Tell him his son's savior is here~."
That got her attention, her brows shooting up.
"Wait—Duban? You—"
Malik nodded.
"Yeah, yeah. I'm his hero!"
Safira folded her arms, suspicion creeping into her expression.
"You're telling me you were with the caravan that saved Duban?"
"That battle took a lot."
His voice went quieter.
"From a lot of people... I am of those people, so I'm here to ask for compensation, conciliation, or whatever you call it."
She searched his face for something—what, he wasn't sure—and then asked:
"Did they... did they take your eyes?"
His smile returned.
"Oh, they took a lot more than that."
She looked at him all weird and shook her head.
"Your appearance is... strange, you know that, right?"
Malik shrugged.
"You gonna set it up or not?"
