She gazed at him intently, eyes a shining chestnut, still wet with tears. The amount he'd quoted for the drugs had been registered and silently accepted, the witch hooked on the drug dealer's succeeding words, her expression softened. She tilted her head, regarding him with fresh eyes. She hadn't expected this from him, the soft centre that had been revealed in him and even more surprisingly, his distress. She didn't know if he was distressed on her account or if there was something going on within him. His face was one of turmoil, his mouth moving as if he was going to say something but struggled to spit it out.
Aziza leaned closer to him, stroking the side of his face with incredibly gentleness before she leaned forward to press a feather light kiss on his cheek.
"Easy, hama. Don't worry yerself now. Ye've done enough, Eon, oes?" she murmured, standing and moving her hand to briefly rest on his head, almost ready to lean him against her chest to soothe his anxieties. "I'll get ye yer ging. Gimme a few," she assured him, moving away from him towards the kint. She stepped inside, moving with a light tread, listening closely to see if she could hear her mother shifting around or if her breathing had slowed in sleep. She found the various locations where the coins were stashed, counting out forts and hats and the occasional tally until she had the amount that he'd specified. She placed the coins in her skirt, making a little fold in the material in order to facilitate carrying it.
Aziza returned to him, carefully spilling the contents onto the ground beside him. "Epaemo 'bout the manna ging but I do ne have many big coins. Ye can count it though, it's all there. I do ne expect ye just to trust me on it but... ye did say ye trusted me, even if ye could ne show it. I have an idea 'bout that," she informed him, settling back into the seat beside him. The witch picked up the cup of tea that she'd abandoned, cradling it in her grasp and drinking from it deeply, appreciating the taste of the alcohol, even if it was slightly dulled by the tea. There was a great temptation to fetch the bottle of spirits, to crack it open for the two of them to share. The girl would honestly like to share more than a bottle of alcohol with him, her upset making her inclined to seek comfort in other ways, simply wanting someone to hold her close. Now wasn't the time though.
"Ye know what I use the Coca for, know it ent for pleasure, and that I... I need what ye can give me," she murmured. "My daoa may not want it, does ne want the 'pendence on it, but I can ne do naught for her. In Mugroba, I knew some plants, could make tonics for pain and the like but here... I do ne know what to do. I need the Coca, ye chen? So I want to offer something. Ye do ne have to answer now; I'll like be in the Harbour for all the Dry Season so ye can think on it."
She set her empty cup down, reaching tentatively for his hand, seeking eye contact as she touched him lightly. "I move around a lot and the gollies let me do more'n they'd let you do. I can... I can move drugs for you. If you'll let me," Aziza whispered, her eyes deadly serious.