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He knows early on that he could not share her existence with his brothers. Blindness, Deafness, and Muteness were not things that made men hesitate to marry - not so long as the desert had birthed you. Lesser Wives could be anything - even if you never took your Husbandly Duties to them. It did not happen often, and when it did it was sometimes done for cruelty or for matters of state rather than love, but that would only be her lot if she wished it.

She can run away but he half wonders if she wouldn’t have tried if she could see - the look on her face so like those he had expressed to his sister-in-law about the policies of Mahgrib. Karma, perhaps? But still he keeps himself near, still, tending to her only as she needs and not how he’d like. It was clear there was some skittishness of character in her and he was liable to set that off if he were not more circumspect.

She approaches by the last, of course, but he wonders if it was entirely out of wishing to or if she had to and she felt there was no other choice. She tries to dissuade him again and for a moment he worries about her not truly wishing his aid… but quickly enough she is refuting her own doubts and warnings. "Forgive me…. that I try to dissuade you from your aid and in the same breath beg it of you. If my interest is all that that I may grant you, then… then I will try to please you." He compliments her and she tears herself down, she needs him but she does not seem to know if she wants of him what she offers him.

They introduce themselves and he exchanges his breath for hers, a formal greeting for a formal request. "If you wish a place of solitude to mourn your other life, I know of a safe and secluded place you may remain until you have found your bearings well enough to wish to meet the others. I have only to leave your side to teach my Sister-In-Law her duties as our Mira… As the First Wife of my elder brother, our leader. Her name is Sayyida."

He steps to the side so she might feel his side against hers, though the thrill of that is not entirely without the magnetism of her beauty and thus not entirely selfless as the act might have been if done by one unmoved by her lovely form and her intricate ears. "You will find our gods jealous only of being given their due attention and all too willing to welcome new gods into their graces - I noticed that my suggestion of my gods concerned you mightily… Sayyida too has a god to whom she prays, though she offers obediences to the gods of her Husband out of respect and peace between the two faiths."