Fahru listened politely, not interrupting Lapis while she spoke. The way she talked, she had needed to get this off of her chest. Needed someone to confide in, but hadn't been able to. He had, maybe a bit, manipulated that out of her, but not maliciously. He could apologize later. Fahru stroked his beard, considering what she said with a hint of concern on his face. All of this, it sounded supernatural. A Djinn, perhaps? He had heard the stories all his life, of Djinn making deals with humans.
Fahru finally spoke, after thinking about what he wanted to say to her. He kept his voice low however, so as not to draw any undue attention from Zahir.
"I suppose my first question would be then," he said, letting out a long breath and pulling out a rolled herbal cigar to light and puff on, "is what do you want, my dear? It's all well and good to help others, but if you aren't happy with the arrangement then making yourself live in misery for another's sake does you nor him any good. I don't want to tell you what to do, but I can see that you're under a lot of pressure from your situation, and it begs the question as to whether it is worth the trouble."
