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His words burned. "You offer hard bargain," she rumbled, features settling in a scowl. It was everything she hated - the burn of the sun on her pelt, the rough sand that clung to every crevice - though the oasis was lush it was nothing compared to what she was used to. Though, should she deny his request and follow the urge to put the desert behind her, she also risked inviting the ire of the sand man and his people to wherever she settled next. The thought of a duty unfulfilled was enough for her to consider the possibility of staying. 

"Sand man is lonely." She knew the feeling well. "I give you company - is that all?" For although grateful for his help, she would not remain here to fan his face and feed him grapes.