Ready to Go

Packing proved interesting, even with however long a rest he had taken. It didn’t matter that much anyway, not when he had little clue just how long he had been captured for. He busied himself with helping the girl to keep away thoughts and doubts about Alexis. Had she done the smart thing and continued? Was she even alive, had the assassins gotten to her first while he had wanted to play and drink? Would she be in Gra’akast if she was alive?
Too much to add to the pile, especially when he had to focus on figuring out where he stood with his caregiver.
The girl, Silina, was a rather industrious personality that he was quick to respect. Not only had she cared for both of their wounds, but had picked clean any supplies and had already decided what to take, packed neatly on their transport. In the end he felt quite useless, still making an effort to help salvage and tuck away the makeshift tent by himself. He also made sure to clean up a bit while he still had the fresh water.
Not many words were spoken for the better part of the day, a gesture or finger point bridging much of the language barrier. Tarmen did try to exercise what he had been taught with some success, though noted a slight coldness to the interaction that he attributed to him being an outsider. He hardly needed a reminder of how Helians were thought of here.
In the dying hours of the day, he joined her on the camel, after having to admit he had little experience with the beasts, as they left the carrion eaters to their meal.