Lion Head Mesa [mp]The Night Spins

She used his body to keep herself afloat, seeming as though she was almost swaying in and out of consciousness. He allowed it. After all, he enjoyed the company of others deeply and she was a woman in need. She, too, he may one day find, craved attention all the same. 

After a time, she speaks up, looking to him with confusing wonder. He takes you to the well-spring. The waters are cool and clear. They were almost there. He did not know if she had traveled to this part of their chambers. It was situated not far from the fellahin's quarters. He figured even in the darkness, within the mesa was cooler and so were the water, plus having been filtered through the rocks making it more crisp and clean then out in the baking heat. Maybe one of the fellahin would offer her a place to rest in their hollows for the night, too.