Chapter Thirteen: Complex Feelings of One's own Existence

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"Sin," Jafar said.

Sinbad looked up from the bandages he was wrapping. "Ah, what's the situation, Jafar?"

"Fortunately, nobody's been killed, it seems."

Sinbad nodded. "I see. Let's just tend to the wounded, then we can start regrouping."

Morgiana stepped forward. "Um, I've gathered all the blankets I could find, and I also passed out the water to all the people who needed it."

"Thank you. You should go and get some rest."

She shook her head and set the blankets down. "No, um... I'm gonna go and help by treating the wounded. But, there is something I'd like to point out. Some of these people are starving and haven't eaten for days, weeks even, but there's no food around here. Mikha and Rashil said they'd take care of it, though." With that, she walked away.

"Morgiana is such a fine girl," Sinbad said once she was out of earshot. "Strong, and kind."

Jafar nodded in agreement. "Yes. She's considerate of those around her, and she works very efficiently as well." Someone jumped on his back, but he immediately knew who it was. "Hello, Rashil."

"I feel cheated on!" she whined. She poked his cheeks multiple times and then played dot-to-dot with his freckles. "I thought I was your girl for special compliments."

He shrugged her off his back. "I'm allowed to compliment other people, too, Rashil."

Rashil lightly punched his chest. "I'm kidding, you dweeb! I can't believe you would actually take that seriously! Do you honestly think I'd get upset about something as stupid as that?"

The ex-assassin gave a light smile and hugged her.

Xander, currently in his dog form, did not like that at all. He wedged in between them and shoved Jafar away. Once the two human beings were separated, he licked Rashil's hands and nuzzled her until she pet him.

Mikha came around the corner.

"Oh, Mikha," Sinbad said. "I heard talk that there wasn't any food, but you were doing something about it. Is that true?"

She nodded. "Yes, it's true."

The purple-haired king stood up. "What's your plan?"

Mikha rubbed the back of her neck. "Um... It's much easier to do than explain. Oh... I don't know what to say."

Sinbad put a hand on her shoulder and smiled. "You don't have to say a thing, just help these people, like you always do!" 

Mikha nodded in thanks. "Of course." She turned to Rashil and whispered to her, "If I'm gonna preform a spell this big, I'm gonna need to borrow some magoi. That okay?"

Rashil nodded. "Yeah, it's cool. Could you wait for a minute, though? I promised Morgiana I'd help her take care of Alibaba, and I'd like to have all my energy for that since he's such a pain-in-the-butt and there's a shoot-ton of things I need to chew him out for." She kissed her older sister's cheek. "I'll let you know when it's time, 'kay?"

"All right." 

Rashil waved goodbye to her sister and friends and found Morgiana, Xander close at her heels. She tapped the Fanalis on the shoulder. "Hey, Morrgy. Still need my help with Ali-baby?" 

The pink-haired girl nodded. "Yes, please." 

Rashil shoved her hands in her pockets. "Okay then, let's go."

Morgiana led the way to Alibaba's room, which was hidden behind a thick wooden door. She knocked. 

"Alibaba," she called. "How are you feeling?" 

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