Rosewater Oasis Goodbye, sweet things

She was very bothered, which flattered him. It seemed she would not bend to drink while he was there, which didn't bother him at all. In fact, he chose to lean into it a bit, and stepped forward, out of the shadow, to sit where the sunlight could warm his back. 

His eyes never left her face, taking in the slight nuances that marked her rising instability. "I have plenty, here," He remarked, inhaling as though he savoured the hot, dry air. He blinked lazily at her, and then tilted his head playfully to the side. "You would be clever to take me up on my offer- it is quite a journey to the next water source and if you've already travelled this far..." He said, with a shrug. Was she so stubborn that she'd refuse to drink, even when death hovered on the horizon as a mirage?