Abasi
"I can..." Abasi swallowed his pride. "Serve in the home to show my gratitude." The words hurt as they left his mouth. He was the son of a high ranking priest, one used to having slaves and not being one, but what else did he have to offer? No money, no power. Nothing but his hands, and even those were beginning to shake and grow weak with his illness.He was reminded of the beggars he had so often sneered at as he walked by in Cairo, and he did not like that thought.
Saying nothing to Loren's comment about the stars (for all he had to say was hopeless and despairing, he had never been an optimist) he mentally assessed his body then shakily stood up. "As soon as we can, I would like to go to your home, please. I am sorry to rush you but I am feeling most...off."
For all of the light that I shut out
For all of the bruises I've caused and the tears
