New Dawn

This wasn’t like before, where he floated in an endless void, but he still felt weightless. He felt peaceful, like he hadn’t spent the better part of a year getting his ass handed to him.
The face of the girl swam in Tarmen’s unconsciousness. The youthful features twisted with rage coming in and out of focus, amidst the swirling debris and sand. The same sense of awe floated around him as he brought the memory forward.
To finally see magic from a human. He wasn’t quite sure how to feel about it. For all of his life the understanding had been that magic outside of the pillars was a myth. Even among his people, who cared so little about what the church demanded, the idea of magic returning was both a distant story and an underlying threat.
A thought for another time it seemed, as he felt a pull towards awakening that he didn’t fight.
The shade of the cloth made the blaring sun tolerable, but the dull nauseating pain of his arm made him close his eyes. It itched too, always the worst part of a wound.
Hearing movement he eased his eyes open towards its source, seeing the girl again. She sat close to him, though she must have been busy with something, her skin holding a sheen as she adjusted herself further. She quickly noticed his awareness and held out the cloth she must have gone to clean that had lain across his eyes before.
He accepted with a nod, reaching on his back to not move his other ruined arm. He chuckled in his mind about that kick in the ass; just got one arm back just to fuck up the other. By Zin, he would be falling apart by the end of this.
Tired from nausea and the recent scuffle, it took Tarmen a moment to find what he thought was the right word. He at least knew for sure it was Ozainae.
“Thresil.”
He wasn’t confident enough to try anymore, but for now resigned his questions and thoughts into that one word. Despite his soreness and the now agitated nature of his shoulder, he moved himself to a reclined position in order to get a better look at their surroundings. Still at the oasis and no knowledge of how to return to where they had taken him from. He looked back over to his caretaker for help as he sought the name of the place.
“Tarafit?”

Thresil: Thanks, informal