Jon stood very quietly in the shadows, admiring his young squire. Zahir was singing soothingly in a language that Jon didn't know. The baby he was singing to was a visiting noblewoman's. She had to go fetch something from her rooms and had nowhere to leave the baby. Zahir offered his services, convincing her as the king's squire. He held the child gently, stroking the back of its head. His posture was straight as ever, but there was a comfortableness in it that Jon had never expected to see. Jon smiled as the song ended and waited in the silence for Zahir to notice him. The young Bazhir was distracted from his scanning of the room by the sound of a door opening and a startled cry. The mother was back.