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-Interaction:[@Tae] Ranya 

[color=ffce00] "Yes. Please excuse us. I promise to return her to more pleasant company shortly. It's as she said, family matters."[/color] Munir said to the trio, offering a tense, but still cordial smile. 

Ranya had slipped her arm into his, practically dragged him to a shadowed corner in the well-lit ballroom. She beat him to the punch, firing off questions about his motive of approaching her the way he did. The darting of her eyes towards where their uncle may be standing, and surely watching, did not go unnoticed. Munir's own eyes followed, his smiling expression never fading. Returning his attention to his sister, he offered her his replies first. [color=ffce00] " [i]A ghost? [/i] Surely you jest, dear sister. No such malevolent things can exist in your radiance...[/color] Munir said, clearly jesting, attempting to mask the churning on his mind. 

[color=ffce00] "I have some questions for you. Never mind about the veil. That is not important right now. First. Let's start by how you spent your time after your arrival from home. After...[i]errr[/i] my [i]errr[/i] let's call it revival, how did you spend your time before this evening? Did you perhaps partake in some more...jovial activities? Made some new friends, I suppose? Met some locals, have we?[/color]

Munir's eyes betrayed his attempt in staying neutral. Darting over towards Askel, then Hafiz, then Nora, then finally back to Ranya. 

[color=ffce00]"Who is he? Who do I need to have a word with? Who do I need to task Hakim with extending an [i]invitation[/i] to have tea with? What have you done? To what extent? I must know, dear sister. I just want to know.[/color] Munir continued, his pace of speech clearly deviating from his usual. He caught himself, after a moment, allowing his breathing to steady and grip on her wrist to loosen. 

His worry was plastered all over his face. There was not a trace of anger, or sadness. Only the care a brother has for his younger sister and the desire to protect. Not that he was ever one to believe due to her status back home that she should be robbed of the chance to experience love...