Jamal heard the question from Adint as he had walked away and, also to himself replied under his breath, "Anything." Although sending two nekos out somewhat relieved him since they could help one another, it also made him twice as anxious for their return. On more than one occasion, he had been mugged and beaten on the streets and, eventually, picked up the pattern that if you had more money on you at the time, the less they would aim to kill you. Afterall, who's to say that you don't always bring something with you, and if that's the case then you immediately become more valuable alive rather than dead.
He left the kitchen with a small rag, using it to dry his hands, before laying it on the back of a chair to dry. "You've been pretty quiet today," he noted softly, looking over at Terra with a newly found expression of worry. He sat down carefully at the end of the couch near her feet, wary of bending his leg as he eased himself down. He debated against asking at first about how she came across the name, and won. It was important, but so was her wellbeing. Instead, he settled with a quiet, "Do you remember what your dream was about?" He didn't want to intrude but he couldn't help but want to help her to should whatever burdens she had on her chest, just looking at her now. The rich darkness of her hair and bright violet of her eyes whenever they watched him, the small fragility of her body that made him want to hug her just to make sure she was okay, and the sense of determination and survival in her mind that he had to admire. He didn't understand how she could view herself as disgusting. She was beautiful and amazing, stunning even. His face immediately turned a dark red, unsure of where those thoughts had come from, and quickly turned away when he realised he was also staring, using his hand to cover his mouth in embarrassment.