[Kalim with only minimal jewelry... he's downright naked...
Tomorrow. Right. That had sounded so soon when Kalim had promised it mere hours ago, but how Jamil is realizing how much time that truly is. The sun fully set less than an hour ago--the Pyrmonts had planned on getting a late dinner after the performance--and there's certainly no way he's getting any sleep tonight. He still has an entire night ahead of nothing but staring at the door and breathing, hoping, praying they don't decide he's a valuable enough commodity to actually look for.
And now he has Kalim to manage, too.
Okay, even he can admit that's an uncharitable thought. Even if Jamil is the one who'd come up with this plan on the fly, Kalim has done... surprisingly well for himself. He's made important connections, apparently managed to avoid the slavers at the Servant's Gate entirely, and, well--
Jamil wouldn't have been able to do any of this without him. Isn't that a galling thought? At least to himself, Jamil can admit he's grateful, for once, for Kalim's irrepressible ability to make friends everywhere and avoid consequences.
But only to himself.
And wait a second, actually--]
...Why would they be mad?
[What did you do. He'd assumed the Corsairs would, like, already be in on this.]
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Tomorrow. Right. That had sounded so soon when Kalim had promised it mere hours ago, but how Jamil is realizing how much time that truly is. The sun fully set less than an hour ago--the Pyrmonts had planned on getting a late dinner after the performance--and there's certainly no way he's getting any sleep tonight. He still has an entire night ahead of nothing but staring at the door and breathing, hoping, praying they don't decide he's a valuable enough commodity to actually look for.
And now he has Kalim to manage, too.
Okay, even he can admit that's an uncharitable thought. Even if Jamil is the one who'd come up with this plan on the fly, Kalim has done... surprisingly well for himself. He's made important connections, apparently managed to avoid the slavers at the Servant's Gate entirely, and, well--
Jamil wouldn't have been able to do any of this without him. Isn't that a galling thought? At least to himself, Jamil can admit he's grateful, for once, for Kalim's irrepressible ability to make friends everywhere and avoid consequences.
But only to himself.
And wait a second, actually--]
...Why would they be mad?
[What did you do. He'd assumed the Corsairs would, like, already be in on this.]