Rosewater Oasis let it blaze

she stirs awake. racharra's visage, hardened by tragedy, softens just enough to allow a gentle smile to the auburn woman who lay before her. just a few drops and a drink from the oasis was enough to revitalize her. to get her to speak again. now, she would just need to walk again.

racharra of the redsands. she would leave formalities behind once she looked for a way to hoist the woman back to her feet as gently as possible. she slipped herself underneath the woman's arm as best she could, letting her lean on the dark body of the hemet-nesut for support. 
let's get you to water. she murmurs. slowly the wife-to-be guided the stranger through the foliage, careful to not move too fast but not too slow to drag out her suffering. the path to the oasis was a short one, but the woman had gone through enough.

they arrived at the grand pool, racharra leading her into the waters to cool and bathe her. to bless her in Tefnut's water. so that if the woman were to move on from the oasis, she may be looked down fondly by the divine above. but safety was never guaranteed in the desert — that's why she must build Vahanet.

taking her hands, cooing at the cracking in her paws. how long has she been out there? suffering? racharra palmed over it with water, and murmured soft prayers. she was no tavina, for now the woman's wellbeing would be left to the gods. a sesh would be needed for situations like this.
what is your name, if you wish to share. she whispers, marigold gaze intrigued by her. so that i may pray for you.