Shimmering Sands i hope the roof flies off and i get blown out into space

Where are we going to stay for the night? She asks softly, casting an anxious glance at @Sarthorn. The sun is beginning to sink in the sky, and the idea of spending a night out in the open holds little appeal. There's nothing around here but sand and snow, it's been flat for miles and miles. Distress creeps into her voice with the last few words, and she halts suddenly, turning to face him. Her tail lashes once behind her, the movement stuttering with nervous energy. She tries to make light of the situation, but the joke seems to fall flat to her. We can't burrow into the sand like crabs.