Parts of his body still stung from his overblot, though not as much as his mind stung from seeing his freedom taken away so swiftly. He was so close; Kalim would have been the face of a gold-plated tyrant to the rest of their dorm mates, and Jamil would return to a much quieter life without the Asim. If only Jamil hadn't invited that outlander and their little... meddling, cat, tanuki thing. If only he had prevented Azul Ashengrotto and the Leech Twins from meddling with his business.

How could he be so careless? How could he just let his life slip away like that? And for what, for the Asim to realize that he was a bumbling, pampered heir years too late? Jamil wanted to scream into his face like he did before, but his body was too tired to continue hosting that anger. Fortunately, Kalim seemed to be taking the necessary steps to make it up to him, not that Jamil cared, that meant that he would be spending less time looking at the heir.

Kalim insisted on doing his usual routine by himself now, and he didn't know whether to applaud the fool or scoff at his trial and error.

A servant, still, Jamil had to help with preparing the food, decorations, and whatnot for a birthday party within Scarabia dormitory. Kalim was hosting for that same outlander friend of theirs who also had a hand in intercepting his plan. Whatever, the party was not much of his business now when it started. Kalim told him to take a break, and he would, merely standing by in the shadows of the lounge in case something happened.

His attention was piqued when the birthday celebrant themself went up to him and asked if he would want to join the party. His dark eyes searched from the shadows and found Kalim bathed in the light, dancing about with the others. Jamil didn't know why, of all things, he should attend the party of the student he also hurt; it caused a strange feeling to surge in his heart.

"No, I'll be fine where I am. You should go back to Kalim, he needs more eyes than I do."