Othello didn't move to help her instead he sat on his bottom and watched, "Me hurt at the ball? No, just my pride but that isn't the topic is it," he played with the laces on his boots, "it was a drag though."

Othello wouldn't deny the friendship and he never had issues with talking...about anything...but even his feelings always seemed to pour out, he was just a talkative man with no filter. Why? Secrets and holding back how one felt lead to bigger problems, the ball being his case in point.

When Zarha sat down beside him and asked if he wanted to talk about, well it all just poured out, "I'm worried about Regan, I haven't been told a fucking thing about her other than she's alive, oh jumping joy of the highest fucking witch goddess right? But what these people don't understand Zarha is she's all I got other than Benji...she made me who I am, who you see, she did that and that means more to me than all the gold in the world. I miss her and I cannot stop from worrying about her....even a badass bitch needs someone to worry about them, I don't think she's ever had that."

Othello didn't shy away from Zarha as she leaned her head against his shoulder and arm around him, no he laid his head against hers smirking, "No you witches are certainly chaotic enough to keep fighting, but a large hairy wolf definitely puts that into perspective," he joked, "Thanks for listening to an old man bitch and moan Berry girl, but I wanted to invite you to my house warming party since I have you? Small little thing with friends, maybe by the time Regan gets back we can surprise her too? I got a place where she has her own room...."

"Good because I'm giving you a task," Othello rubbed his hands, "I need you to get her a gift, something for a girl, I don't know what you female creatures want so it's best for your kind to do it...can you do that?"

Othello cocked a confused eyebrow, "An orphan? How so?" he figured Zarha was already an adult she looked old enough anyways, "what's there to be scared about though? I've been on my own since I was teenager: don't know my Father, my mother was banished from the family for being Non-gifted, and my Uncle's got rid of me when I wasn't showing signs of being Gifted when they thought. Orphans are cool. They survive."

Othello patted her on the head, "hey no crying, berries don't cry," he sounded confident enough and after patting her had he wiped away the tears, "you got to break it down like this kiddo: they have you that's more than most people get when their parents are criminals....allegedly," he added because if anyone has ever been in hot water over being a criminal it was Othello Benjamin Allemeade, "So keep your fucking head up Zarha because crying over it won't help understand?"