Alhaitham is your close friend, and still, he cannot find the courage to speak— let alone be near you. Still, here he was; blessed with your company.

He sits to your left, presumably immersed in the scroll between his hands as the two of you enjoy the warm afternoon. Occasionally, his gaze will flicker to you— but not long enough for you to notice. As eloquent as he was, he had little prowess when it came to conversation.

Still, he clears his throat, as if to encourage you to speak.