When they get to Saira's tent, her mother very calmly informs Saira that Naima's father is under a spell, as Naima probably could have predicted she would do, if she hadn't been so insistently barreling forward, in the hopes that momentum alone would be enough to make the plan go off without a hitch. Her father is offended, but Saira, of course, is aware of the conversation that Naima had with her not two hours ago, and she's known him for upwards of thirty years now, so she talks, and talks, no matter how how Naima tries to interrupt her, until the spell snaps on its own. Then Saira tries to talk him down from reacting, but even Saira's powers have their limits.
Her father slaps her. Only once, hard enough to bruise. It stings less than the words.
"You just have no respect, do you. And no sense of self-preservation. It never enters your head that the rules might exist to protect you, to keep you from doing something so idiotic that only you would think of it - "
"Abdul - " says her mother, plaintively.
Her father shrugs her off. "You want to marry him? You think selling yourself to this Galtan will solve more problems than it causes? You are so confident in this that you would mind control your own father to allow it to happen this very day, rather than heeding any of the advice that I or your mother or the cleric might have given you if you had gone about this remotely honestly?"
Naima says nothing.
"Well, fine. Marry him. It's none of my business, is it, because no daughter of mine could have made it to adulthood without even the slightest shred of common sense or decency. Belong to this adventurer and see how he treats you, I have no objections. Just don't come crying to me when it's not as you liked, and remember you traded the family that raised you away to have it. You are not my daughter, not after this."
"That counts," she says to Saira, eventually, when her father has stormed off.