Xen's rest at its end, and she rises from the sandy soil, brushing the film of grains and debris from the seat of her armor and the back of her coppery thighs.  She smiles affectionately, her thin lips curling more at one corner than the other.  With Aeryn meditating, Xen opts to stretch her arms and back, see to necessities, and prepare to move on.<br/><br/>It then dawns on her that she has no idea where to go, so she leans back against the building and draws her dagger, using it to whittle at a piece of wood, shaping a tiny peg.  She looks up at Morgan's approach, raising her palm in greeting and studying the woman and her wolf.  She listens, her brows furrowing, and slightly blushes.  Clearing her throat, she replies in common.  "Any news about the sand man?"