Rosewater Oasis Goodbye, sweet things

He didn't take her words literally, but he intended to imply that he did. 

"It doesn't travel well, not in this heat," He said with a glimmering smile. 

He believed the oasis was spring-fed, which would account for the amount of vegetation around it. He had seen watering holes come and go and dry up into cracked earth that left nothing to be found unless one were to dig- but places that supported lush vegetation tended to be everbearing. And in mid summer, if it hadn't dried up already, be believed it wasn't likely to do so. Still- well worth his time to hang around and keep an eye on it, while it lasted. If it did end up drying out, he'd simply have to find another place to establish a keep. 

"I assume if you won't drink here, then your home must not be too far away," He said, inching his own pawn a bit further toward her side of the board.