Luneshale Pass Desolation. [mp]

Inji returned with cloths for Tavina to use, and Toula continued to pray. should she need to administer anything, she surely would. her murmurs were to soothe; to awaken. but she was not specific in the way in which Legend did—
and in times of worry, of fear, the Gods enjoyed reminding her of why she should. poor Legend, so startled! teeth—it was Sobeks mouth that came toward her, as Legend awoke from her darkwater dreams. beneath her weight already, Toula could only defend herself meekly but earnestly—her own fangs would not bite, only prevent Legend from wounding her face. 
the rest, were Legend seeking to harm her in earnest, was open—but Toula felt nothing but wind from her mouth, heard nothing but the empty click of one biting at the air. and she saw it all, the panic, the fear—
no hate. none of this was that. and so when Toula noted the gentled gaze, she stepped toward the Mazoi. no time then to answer the questions of Inji, who she shot an apologetic glance to. her questions, she hoped, would provide Inji what she sought. time seemed of the essence.
there is water soaked in the skins that you might drink; be slow, do not do too much too soon. what happened? do you remember what you saw? Toula worried only for Legend then.