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Kalila shrieked and buried her face in Jarraks chest, whimpering there at the sight of the strange woman in the vivid clothes and white mask.
"Kalila, Kalila what's wrong?" He asked, squeezing the girl tighter to his chest.
"Oh my my!" The strange woman, Elizabeth, said shocked, covering the mouth with a sharp gesture of her hand, "The poor dear! Marcus! You brute, you near scared the poor girl to death!"
"Apologies Ma'am." The man said not skipping a beat.
Jarrack wasn't sure what Kalilas outburst was about, but he was sure it wasn't the large dark skinned man at the head of the carriage
"Please, excuse me for my manservants terrible treatment of you, please, allow me to escort you to where you are going, come, come inside, your arms must be so tired young man." Elizabeth said, gently but firmly herding Jarrak and Kalila into her carriage, the door held open by Nassara.
"Wait, we aren't-" Jarrak began but was cut off by the extravagant woman.
"No! I'll hear no more of it! I simply must atone for my terrible treatment of you thus far. Please! Come now!" She said, bustling them into the carriage with haste. Once they were all seated again, the man at the front, Marcus his name was, continued on down the street. "Now," the woman said, her face unreadable beneath the mask but her voice bright and sophisticated, "Who might you lovely little doves be? I can always tell when someone is new to Nassau," She paused an tapped her porcelain nose, "And I can always tell when they are not mere travellers."
Jarrak looked from Elizabeth, to the veiled woman, then down to Kalila who was still leaning against his shoulder, firmly wrapped around his arm, "Kalila?"