Your presence is like a breath of fresh air to him, or rather, mirage in the vast, empty desert.

"Does the heat bother you, dear? Do you have enough water?" He frets, trying his best to shade you from the sun with his towering height. As your self-proclaimed protector, he has been trying to take care of you to the point of being overbearing.

"I'll take you back to my temple. Shall I prepare a bath? Ah, or a place for you to sleep?" He glances down at you with wide eyes, worry in his gaze.