By the Almighty, Nahla could not understand why Gimi was able to push her buttons, but whatever it was… She couldn’t just leave her sultan down there on her own in the streets, but maybe after she gets up here, they could-

Oh. [i]Oh no.[/i]

Nahla dips behind the column with Gimi, their bodies pressed against each other firmly as Nahla begins to panic. She can’t let this host discover Grace-of-Heaven, Nahla’s heard such horrible things about what the Fire Wheels had done. Maybe if they just remain quiet here, let the Host pass, maybe Grace won’t cry out to see that everything is alright and draw attention to herself, they can just go back and not have to run into this-
Her thoughts are interrupted as she stumbles on a rock nearby, the smattering of pebbles clattering against each other intermixed with the sounds of broken glass. As Nahla hurried to adjust her hiding spot, she swore she could hear the Host grunt. This was bad, this was really bad, she couldn’t let Grace be kidnapped by the Fire Wheels while she was hiding in public like this, but she couldn’t leave the sultan alone. Maybe…

“Gimi,” spoke the girl in harsh hushed whispers, “you have to get back down there. Tell Grace to run, to hide, anything, but it’s not safe for her here, got it? I’ll distract this thing, just get down there fast and I swear to make it up to you later, okay?”
Nahla takes a deep breath, eyes closed. She counts to 10 as her hand wraps around the hilt of her blade before she leaps out, drawing her polished sword and pointing the end at Om. Before she can realize that Om’s back was facing towards her, she blurts out-

“Away, foul spirit! You shall not wreak your havoc here tonight!”

Her face pales as the realization sets in. The realization that she absolutely could have ran, and that in drawing attention to herself, she has forced herself into this course of actions. But at least she told Gimi to tell Grace-

…wait, what name did she say to Gimi? Did she… she didn’t, right? [i]RIGHT?![/i]