Thunder Dome from the art of mirrors

Her consent was given, wordless and tense; the girl yet drowned in the scent of her own fear of him, though Stjornuati could do nothing to assuage such a feeling. He and his brother had always been of imposing stature, though Solpallur moreso than he, for he was of willowed frame, lithe and athletic where the sun-eater was more stalwart, built like a brick shithouse.

Guiding her to her feet and down, away from the churn of the storms above, Stjornuati would help his newest patient to the lake of the Watch, careful to mind their pace so she did not injure herself further.