Sett sat on a sandstone stairway, eyes closed, elbows resting on his knees. There was something about him, a deep concentration that Zarah had rarely seen on him. Though, now that she thought about it, she didn't really know him much.
Yet, conflictingly, he also felt like one of the people she knew the most.
Was it because she had experienced life and death with him?
The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the sandstone steps, its golden light tracing the sharp angles of Sett's face. Big Brother Sett really had good features, no matter which angle she looked from.
She leaned against the cool steel bars of the steps, watching Sett in quiet curiosity.
From her position at his side, Zarah could see the tension in his shoulders, the way his fingers lightly curled over his knees, as if holding onto something unseen.
