"See that you keep it that way," says Iman coldly. What, is he expecting a pat on the head for that? Fuck this. She's done. She turns away, pushing the long end of her hijab back over her shoulder and stalking off. She doesn't need this agitation, not in an ostensibly nice dream. Plenty of time for that shit later.

Aqil lets out a caw that is somehow dripping with disdain, and flaps off after her.