Yasmin turns up at the campfire in the morning, trailing Munir. 

She takes a seat far away from Baqir, but nonetheless joins the group for breakfast. 

Munir settles down next to her, shooting a glance over at Baqir, and settles into her, leaning against her side.

"It's good to see you two," Fayruz says from her position by the soup pot. She offers them each a bowl of soup. "Having a nice time with the other clan?"

"They're kind of boring, honestly. I missed you all. And, well..." She shoots a glance over at Baqir.

Layla does her best not to facepalm. 

Yasmin's just made it obvious she's been directed to keep her distance from Baqir this whole time. And Baqir is right there. 

This could get ugly.

Baqir looks over at Layla with a brittle smile. 

"I see," he says. "You Shemtej think you're better than the Osirians, but what happens when it's someone you care about who might fuck someone you don't approve of? You hide them. Just like a fucking father keeping his daughter from going out to market. Charming, Layla. It really builds confidence that you're the kind of person I want to work with when you assume that I'm the kind of person who'd fuck someone half my age."

Baqir picks up his bowl of soup and stands. "I'll be in my tent if you want me. Clearly I'm not welcome here."

She watches him go.

Great. Wonderful. Just perfect. 

She really, really hopes this doesn't come back to bite her.

"Um. Sorry. I guess I shouldn't have come up, it's just..."

Layla sighs. "My fault, not yours. This was a stupid plan, you weren't going to be able to hide for a whole month. But thank you for trying, at least."

"Alright."

They pack up and move again. Baqir is silent on guard duty, as always. Who knows what's going through his mind. 

She's just got to hope for the best.