"No, Ghede can babysit himself. But the peace between their ways of life must be kept in some way. She does not need to stop, as it is her power base, but continue on in discretion if she wishes to have souvenirs from this stop." He smirked. "You already babysit Mr Arepo as it is, so that would be no change for you."
He closed his eyes a moment, listening to something unheard before reopening them. Rolling his eyes, he shook his head. "There are other things I must attend to before this evening's performance." Kennet stepped toward the door.
"And you might be surprised of the costumes I might see of yours." The Djinn could not help but tease. His cooled nature and tightened shackles had not left him completely blank, merely back to square one in the witch's mind. His indulgences had peaked. He had tested his limits while the Cirque was wounded, but he had been punished for them. As the Cirque healed, he had been rebound to it.