Lion Head Mesa but i won't do that

The little healer from the sister territory walked briskly, giving orders left and right. He received one, too, and gave a wordless nod before falling into step beside her, the pair headed toward water.

Was there fight? Vasya asked, eyes cutting sideways for a moment to take in her expression. The air was cool, but the overhead sun bright and hot. Any dead?

He hoped that this was the sum of it. Maybe he'd escape this little desert war with his hide intact, after all.