Ink: [sips tea] Mn.
Asra: Yet I have my doubts.
Ink: You may do as you wish, Desert guardian. This one will follow Moon Mothers words.
Asra: You’re not even going to try and convince me?
Ink: Do you wish for this one to do so?
Asra: Not really. Habi seems really keen on convincing me.
Ink: Then this one supposes that this one is your son… [Visibly struggles] ‘dad’.
Asra: Don’t hurt yourself now, Ink.