[He feels Kaveh tighten just an increment around his fingers and he stills, Alhaitham's eyebrows raising as he takes everything in. The flare in his chest still beats its wings like a bird wanting out of the cage of his ribs, and the Scribe wonders if Kaveh can feel it in his own, in the trembling of his breath.] To figure it out? [His eyes narrow slightly, lips quirking.
He rolls them again so Kaveh can take things at his own pace instead.] I know.
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He rolls them again so Kaveh can take things at his own pace instead.] I know.