Reshad takes the arak with both hands, mirroring Sasha's gesture exactly, and holds it, waiting for her cue. The alcohol scent rising from it is warning enough if its potency.

Seyli's obvious fear gets her attention, and she nods as they speak. "I want to discuss this," she murmurs, but the agenda seems already set.

[Remind me, they know they're under way now?]