“If you and I are in agreement…” Azzah let her sentence trail off as she pushed her elbow into Reem’s back. Reem stood back up, downing half of her bowl with a few gulps. She glanced back at Azzah with a smirk. Azzah gestured for her to move on. Reem did so, Azzah watching her the entire time.
“They certainly like to dance around each other,” Waseme commented, holding a new bowl out to Azzah.
Azzah took a few more gulps to finish her drink so to exchange it with the fresh one. “In Reem’s case it is dancing. She knows how to dance well. Lebna knows how to stand and look pretty.”
“It is a good thing to have,” Waseme agreed. “What will you do when she takes him?”
Azzah shrugged. “Nothing different. It won’t change anything.”
Waseme held the empty bowl to her chest, following Azzah’s watchful eye back to Reem. Reem’s stance was much like when they sparred – sturdy. She knew exactly where she stood and it was where she wanted to be. Lebna could only attempt to mimic her certainty. It made Azzah snicker.
“Probably not.” Waseme patted Azzah on the shoulder and returned to her pots.