Redsand Canyon Is there something we're still missing?

Sleep? He had already slept. Glaukos did not like being told what to do by the woman, so he disregarded her completely, and that seemed fine — as she soon left.

But he didn't go anywhere. Wandering was a bad idea. She returned soon enough with a skin full of snow and began investigating his wound over a second time.

You're a bossy one. He murmured, squirming as she came close again; but the snow had begun to melt upon the skin and he was extremely thirsty... Ah, fuck it.

He bent and began to lap at the slush, still squinting.