Zarqa merely leaned back on the post and glanced up at the roof of the tent, wondering about the fate of the prince while she should be concerned for her own. He had seemed terribly in pain when he was taken, and she couldn't help but worry about him.
" Tell the priest to get ready…"
She frowned slightly as she remembered what Wael had said when he scooped up the sick boy.
Could it possibly be…
The flap of the tent flung open as a certain old woman stepped inside with a tray in her hand. " You haven't eaten since we left, so I figured you would be hungry."
The woman said as she set the tray before her. Zarqa raised an eyebrow in surprise at the woman's presence.
" Is it okay for you to come see me?"
The woman looked over her shoulder at the entrance of the tent where two men stood guard. " You're not exactly a prisoner or a criminal… yet. So it's fine."
Her grey eyes settled on Zarqa again. " You went to save him."
The girl blinked at her.
