Zaia had seen this woman on the streets. It was the very same woman that was attacked by Steam, except now she was adorned with tattered Ruby Sari and a dirty torn green cloak.

She used to be a middle class citizen from the looks. That moment, Zaia felt pity as he watched her wander about, clutching her stomach as if out of hunger. He watched her as she wandered about, yelling something unintelligible, most likely begging the festival merchants around to give her some food.

She wandered in a sea of people, but Zaia still spotted her, since she had the longest braid out of the crowd.

He watched her as she stopped towards a fountain, and plunged her palm deep in the water.

Zaia let go of the broom that was in his hands, letting it plummet to the ground, and jumped out of the balcony where he stood, sweeping dirt.

There was no way he was going to let the Genies invoke their wrath upon the kingdom of Anyura, or even the woman herself.

He landed on a smaller building, which was not Lilith’s palace. Pain erupted in his feet, his ankles, which vanished, thanks to his Nephilim heritage.

He kept his hands on his head, keeping the strong gust of desert wind from blowing his cloak away from his face, which of course, would mean that he would be imprisoned very much like his twin sister, Marina, once they found out his racial identity.

As soon as he climbed to the peak of the roof, he slid down, jumping to the ground and ran after the woman who just now parted ways with the fountain.

“No!” He screamed. “Give it back!”

She turned around, eyes wide, shocked.

“H-hi?”

Those words made Zaia stop in his tracks.

By the time she said those words, soft gentle chimes echoed in the air and people around Zaia and this unknown woman began to dance as if romantically. Children began to run around laughing, fire-sticks in hand.

“Hi.” Zaia said, now blushing.

“Would you care to put whatever you found back where you found it?... I’ll pay for your food and drinks. You know Genies can become vicious around these hours.”

The woman gulped and nodded, handing him four gold coins.

“W-who are you?” She asked.

“I am Zaia.” He said, his words clipped. There was no way she was going to find out he was the guy who saw her getting harassed weeks ago. “I am a servant.”

She laughed. “How did you get all the way down here.”

“I jumped.”

“Really?”

“Yea. Now come with me, you must be starving.”

“Sure but after we dance.” She smiled.

The words stunned Zaia and slowly, he put the money in his pocket and grabbed her hand, grinning.