Esra sighed, albeit softly. Honestly... Ja'far was a hard worker, something she'd come to learn rather well since she'd found her way to Sindria, but to work through two meals in one day? Sinbad had advised her to simply let the man work, to not bother him, but after tugging his ear until he got to his own work, she'd found herself unable to rest without doing something for her son's closest friend.
And yet, this was not the sight she'd expected to find when she'd taken a tray of food into the official's office. Stacks of papers and scrolls practically lined his desk, the man himself staring at the document he'd been working on for god knows how long with such intensity she was surprised it hadn't caught on fire yet. Part of her wondered how much of it was his own work, and how much of it things Sin had put off... She needed to have a talk with her son, really. Passing things off to Ja'far like this was not how a king did his job.
“Ahem- Ja'far?” With the reminder to scold tucked into the back of her mind, the mother in her rose to the foreground, and Esra ducked past several stray scrolls on the floor to approach the advisor's desk. “Forgive me for interrupting, but it's not good to skip meals like this. You need to eat- I've brought you a tray for dinner, and I won't take no for an answer.” But she would wait until he made room for it, unwilling to possibly dirty such important work. She was proud of him, of Sin, of everyone who worked so hard to make the kingdom they stood in; she'd not risk that for anything. “The fish smells delicious. You have some talented cooks here.” So said the woman who'd been there for four months.
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