Rosewater Oasis Mama's gun

His head would whip around to see who had just watched him catch a face-full of sand, embarrassment prickling the hairs on the back of his neck; quickly fading as he realized it was only Tamasi come to witness it.

He looked back to the sand and took a breath, like cool water washing over his mind, he would shake away his ghosts. He met her gaze through the slight sidelong tilt of his head, his voice a low mutter but not without a touch of humour to it, just her presence made even this feel... lighter. ...Yes.

Nokht stood again, slower, this time, and turned to face her. It's just...How am I meant to fight when I can't even run?