Redsand Canyon Is there something we're still missing?

What an odd question.

He did not know what to say to that, and didn't answer. When the woman prompted he stand and try to walk, he did so as a challenge to himself; he could stand fine, but he could not quite orient himself when stepping to keep a straight line.

With a frustrated huff, he sat again.

Really, I'll be fine. This is nothing.

Idling now, he looked at the darkness inside her den - and the furs there - with the same semi-nefarious squint upon his face that had become his go-to, at least while his head ached. So long as he kept his eyeline out of the sun or far from snowglare, it wasn't as bad.