Nahla studies the look on Gimi’s face. She had to get down there, and fast! Wrapping her limbs back around the pillar, she took a glance back at the trio of women on the roof- wait, weren’t there three of them? Now there’s only tw- whatever, not her problem, she already caused unnecessary trouble by sticking her nose where it didn’t belong. Nahla grapples her way down the pillar, thinking about the tricks Gimi showed her going up, now simply applied in reverse, all while NOT thinking about falling, don’t think about falling off the pillar, don’t look down, don’t worry, remain calm-

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Defy Disaster with courage: 6+4-1= 9
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Nahla is so wrapped up in her worry, it takes her a moment to realize when her foot was fully standing on solid ground.
“Oh, Jasmine! I’m sorry to leave you on your own. You’re a lifesaver, Gími, dearest! Unfortunately, I didn’t realize how late it had become, and we have an early day tomorrow! We can’t stay around here, sadly!” She didn’t even need to look at Grace-of-Heaven’s face to know she was disappointed, but it was clear that a storm was brewing around here, and the sultan could not get caught up in whatever was coming in.

“I’m SO sorry that I couldn’t fulfill my thanks to you, Gími, but I promise you, tomorrow night, on my fair name, that I shall return here and give you my thanks. And I shall give it to you with interest to pay for your patience!”

Her hands clasp around Gími’s, both to further enamor her and to give reason for the sultan to be able to free her own grasp. Nahla thought to herself to yet again place a chaste kiss upon the back of the urchin’s clammy hands, seeing how effective that was last time, but misjudged how the panic and adrenaline running through her would affect the force in her lean forward. She leans forward and aims downward, her eyes closed as her lips press against Gími’s neck! Immediately upon realizing her mistake, Nahla fumbles to correct her action, to apologize, but any physical coordination she had this night was spent on climbing down the pillar. Tripping in her panic, her veil once again flutters out of the way as her lips brush against Gími’s own! Her face is completely red as she breaks the union their lips, grabbing Grace-of-Heaven’s wrist and hurrying away from this den of temptation and back towards the palace, cutting their excursion unfortunately short.