Isi heard the sound of Charik's voice and his heart clenched. It was hard to not just tear off after the sound, desperate to make Charik look at him, to want him. Isi had always been a little warped, but spending years in Charik's service only made it worse.
Instead he stood, stroking Ziya's hair, "I'll send along three pretty slaves to attention you. And I'll be back." He kissed the water spirit, then hurried off before Ziya's whining could get into full gear.