“I wish I had that way with words.”
“That’s not what you want, Azz.” Reem draped an arm around Azzah’s shoulders. “What you envy is not my words. You envy my ability to stay calm enough to think of them. You have those words as well, but when faced with Hasani’s…” She lifted her bowl.
With a frown, Azzah looked down at her bowl.
“You might not have spilled a drop, but you came close. His words were worthy of a fight, not of losing your calm.”
Reem’s words rang true, despite how Azzah felt like it was impossible. Reem had managed, somehow. “If I were calm, then how would it still be worth of a fight? Shouldn’t we be angry to hear such insults?”
“Anger isn’t always vicious. You need to learn how to handle this. Hasani was drunk.”
“You keep reminding me.” Azzah leaned into her. “I know.”
“And we like Hasani. For the most part. Outside this.”
Azzah sighed. “Yes. He isn’t bad.”
“What if someone you didn’t like or that you didn’t know aggravated you? How will you keep a cool head there?” Reem pressed her forehead against Azzah’s. “We need your head where it is. You are my back, you know.”
“You are mine,” Azzah replied. “I’m not worried. I did stay calm. Because you were.”
“No. You held your ground because I did, not because you were calm.”
“With you at my side, I can be as calm as I need. Until we need to act.”
Reem cocked her head to the side, but smiled.