"On the way to find your... wha'cha-call-ems." A little distracted by something, Alexian began to lead her instead of the other way around. His light-footed steps hardly making a sound in passing with a quick wind seeming to speed them along. There was something about that wind that he thought was odd, but it didn't matter too much. "And get your friend out of my desert. Since she just can't keep..." By now, Alexian had crested one of many low, rolling hills of sand and shouted down from the top of it, "<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">...her water out of the perfectly fine dry air!</span></span>" Then proceeded to grumble something about children just out of the range of hearing, even for himself, while trudging down the near side.