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Mya blinked as if she had sand in her eyes when the man appeared. His ruddy pelt made him look like a mirage to her tired eyes, and then like a monster as he came into focus. But he smelled like water, and Mya convinced herself that he would not hurt a young woman for no reason. Who would?

"I — "

She fell into a brief coughing fit. Not sickness, but a parched and itchy throat.

"I'm lost," she said to the strange man. "My name is Mya, and I'm looking for my family. But I don't know where I am."

Should she square her shoulders or shrink? Would it be better to look competent, or pathetic? Mya's heart sank as she realized she did not have much of a choice. She felt too downtrodden to do much but stand there.