The pitiful wretch sobs, and simpers. Flinching at every movement. His fear glazed eyes follow the Wise wildly, even as he abandons his hands and arms to start slamming them down upon his legs. His feet.
Hamia's hands find cloths, folded neatly. Shirts and jeans, slack and a few rumbled button ups. But then, there underneath a salmon polo shirt, a brochure. About bird watching.