“Are you feeling alright?”

“I…err, be careful, okay?” Sinbad acquiesced; nobody can say no to Nomi’s begging eyes.

Jafar was genuinely surprised when the girl reacted how she did, breaking down in tears. Not to mention she was covered in scratch marks and small injuries, the ex assassin figured that she was either beaten before wandering in or had hurt herself in the bramble outside the cave. 

Jafar just stood there for a couple of moments, watching her shake and tremble in her shackles. Hearing the light clinks and clanks, he didn’t know how to react to seeing someone suddenly start crying on him. He was so horrified, how was he supposed to act in this situation. Every time he had cried back in Sham Lash they beat him, and he had killed his mother so long ago that he didn’t remember her affection. 

The 12 year old fumbled around with his make shift bow before placing it and it’s arrows down on the ground next to him, still keeping the small hand knife on his side. He didn’t know what to expect from this small girl. 

Jafar nodded slightly, unmoved from his spot on the ground. “Thank you Miss” he mumbled out, not wanting to speak up to loud in fear that he wasn’t allowed to. Although the small girl may seem nice he was still on edge, she could snap at any moment and be cruel to him. She could call for her mother and he could have hell rain upon him. 

He watched her as she fumbled over and look for the lock picks, she seemed to be searching for them for him so he took his chances and held out one pale hand. He quietly thanked her before picking the looks to his ankles and then moving to his wrists, hearing the shackles pop off with a ‘click’. 

Once they where off he stood up, stretching his arms out. He hadn’t been able to do so in quite some time. He looked back down at her as she asked him to be her friend, he nodded slight. “We can be friends, if it’s an order I’ll follow it Miss”, his voice was still soft and quiet. He was testing the waters of what he could and could not do. 

He watched as she started to gather all of the blankets, not wanting to get in the way he simply stood rooted in place as he picked up his old shackles. 

Shou ran through the halls, skipping with his chains clacking on his ankles. He had escaped from his underground cell again, he had done it without knowing that Nerva would be bringing the other band of idiots named after him. He had managed to get his way into an excluded area, no one was there, which was both good and bad. But hey, he was safe for now so no need to worry, when he spotted the small child. She was dressed somewhat fancily, which was a contrast to how he looked, he was dressed in rags. Although, she was just a little girl, and the collar on her neck signaled that she was a slave. 

“ . . Huh—?” Unused to having her first name called out in such a happy way, the exorcists head is quick to snap in the direction of the petite specter. It takes a moment for the situation to register but as soon as it clicks, her arms are wide open and tired expression exchanged for one of surprise and joy.

“Nomi—! You’re still here, thank god . . I’m so sorry I left without telling you like that. Are you okay?” Of course, she knew Nomi couldn’t be physically injured, but still . . Looking over the smallers semi-transparent form worriedly, Ran sighs in relief upon finding nothing wrong.

“Hi! Who are you?”