[ He lets Kalim step back but doesn't move too far himself. He can see the distress on his expression and it would be heartless of him to not provide some kind of reassurance- even if all he can do is maintain his calm so that Kalim can try to pull himself together.

He reaches into his pocket to pull out a handkerchief and hand it to Kalim first, though. As he talks, he thinks over when he last saw Jamil...

But there's no guarantee what he knows was even real. He sighs and looks up at Kalim. ]

Wipe your face, first. Jamil is more than capable of looking after himself and if he ends up here, we'll find him.

[ He glances at the restaurant and back at him- Kalim's looking exhausted, which isn't surprising. ]

Let's get you something to eat, first. You look like you're about to fall over. Come along.