Dawnlark Plains god, oh my god, where have you been?

water? aphiwe parroted, wondering what exactly the sickly woman meant. it seemed most likely that she was asking for water, something that the huntress wasn't sure she could provide. you thirsty? she asked. before putting in the effort to go and find the water, she wanted to make sure that that was what was being asked. 

aphiwe waited a moment before continuing. can you stand? move? it would make the process much easier, she thought.