Shimmering Sands heat death

heatstroke wreathing in those baubled eyes. erzulie recognized the severity of the sun's touch upon the other. fire seemed to shimmer from the wraith. silently she slipped closer, set her shoulder against the woman's own. birdbone. fragility. jaws parting to speak. the harlot shook her head. best to save one's strength.
the balmy branches of the coconut grove were not far off. she believed the stranger could make it there, and set a firm but measured pace for them both.
and when the shade of the leaves stretched out to darken the sand beneath their paws, erzulie motioned that the sunstruck woman should rest against the slender bole of one tree. "i am going to bring you water," she murmured, stooping to glance into the other's harried features. @Stryx would be a welcome companion for this, but erzulie was alone, and slid off to locate a pool of freshwater she could carry back in a patch of sea-lichen.