"Come here, me old friend," Sybyll said warmly, gesturing for the feline lord of Airgead Mountain to join her at the edge of the dais. "I should be givin' this back ta ye," she said as her eyes tightened when they fell on the stump where Jalal's left arm had been.
"You told me to stay with my drummers and watch from afar," Jalal reminded her. "I was the one who insisted on joining the dance tonight. I can't complain when my partner is a little rough with me in the dance," he said with a slow, languid smile, as if it didn't bother him to have lost a limb.
