Tris weakly blinked up at the woman carrying her. She trembled, terrified of her despite her wings. Tris gently kicked Sky's stomach to push away and get down. She limped away from them, eyes wide and scared. She began to limp further into the sand, quaking with hunger and heat sickness. Suddenly, she saw something on the edges of the horizon. Water..... The girl smiled with pure delight, rushing towards the mirage with renewed vigor. Her feet pounded into the hot sand, but she ignored the burning sensation. She wanted a taste of cool water.<br/><br/>She bit her lip as Arisia reached down and picked her up, then eventually setting her on the sand. Tris turned and treated the woman to an annoyed glare. She could walk on her own. She'd made it out here into the sand on her own and she didn't want them touching her anyways. Growling irrately, she started to get up only to be shoved down roughly again by Arisia. "Stay," the bird woman growled at her. Tris frowned then coiled up tighter and her shoulders began to shake, silently crying softly. The sun beat down on her back and she stared into the ground, mute.<br/><br/>Arisia popped her head up, blinking at Tris' sudden dash towards more hot sand. She stalked over and gently grabbed the little girl's arm, lifting her up onto her shoulders and ignoring her trembling. She wandered back over to Sky and Salem, frowning lightly. "Am... Arisia...." she murmured slowly, struggling to think of it. She gave a soft sigh, then set Tris down in the sand roughly. "Stay," she growled, then stepped back and coiled up. "Should go. Dobermans," she warned, her voice sounding cold and detached. Arisia softly rocked back and forth on the ground, ignoring the sand agitating her skin. She shivered.<br/><br/>Finished dealing with Tris, Arisia blinked at Salem. She noted the reptillian skin in silence. The fish that had died near her cell.... Well, she considered them lucky. Arisia turned away quietly, then began pacing on the sand. She frowned. "What waiting for? Dobermans come kill us if don't move," she warned again, not really seeming to care with a sigh. She trembled, then coiled up into a ball again. The girl was restless. Desperate to go flying. She scratched at her skin lightly, sand building under her nails. "Can we go now...?"