“And they’re magicians, so… if they’re watching Balbadd, they might know I’m here,” Aladdin realized.
“What?” Alibaba’s fingers clenched on his vest. “How- the rukh? But you haven’t done anything like….”
Amon’s Dungeon, Aladdin finished silently. “No, but magicians can see the rukh all the time. Not just when there’s a lot.” He shrugged. “But if the Al-Thamen magicians haven’t come after me yet… maybe there’s still time.” He turned an innocent look on Sinbad. “You wouldn’t mind staying out of trouble for a few days, right? So we can write a fate that’s really different.”
“Oh?” Sinbad gave him a curious look, then glanced at Morgiana’s determined calm and Alibaba’s fingers fretting with the edge of his coat. “What did you have in mind?”
“It’s not going to be safe,” Alibaba started.
“It’s never going to be safe,” Aladdin said firmly. “Ugo said it was dangerous. But we need their help. Balbadd needs their help. And your brothers and the Kou Empire aren’t going to come after Sinbad right here, right? And he’ll have Masrur and Ja’far to help if Al-Thamen shows up. I’ll be as safe as I can get. I’ll be safer than you; I know you’re going to go out there and find more trouble to get into.” He stared up into gold. “Be careful? Please?”
Alibaba winced, but nodded.
“Dangerous?” Ja’far said sharply.
“The Djinn don’t have all the power they could in our world,” Aladdin said plainly, looking straight at Sinbad. “They can’t really talk to you, so sometimes when they try to give you power they’re just guessing what you want. Ugo says there might be a way to fix that.”