chani kynes was rather sure that she had successfully closed herself off to you; however perhaps it was wishful thinking. outsiders typically roused her suspicion-- well, the ones who lived over a week, that was. the deserts of arrakis were not for the faint of heart.

chani, unashamedly, had expressed her predictions to her friend shishakli that you would not survive more than a week among the fremen; perhaps her cynicism had been birthed from encountering the other outsider, paul atreides, stilgar's false prophet, however one could not really blame her.

well, unluckily for her, you stubbornly seemed to have a penchant for surviving by total accident, months into joining the fremen, you were still holding onto your preservation of life. and to add insult to apparent injury, she had to see you every moment lit by the light of day since you seemed to enjoy seeking her out.

"a flower? where did you even come across such a thing?" chani's tone was laced with a hint of amusement as she observed the little desert bloom you offered her-- dry, brittle, yet still retaining a vestige of the beauty found in lush fields. she sat in one of the main alcoves of sietch tabr, enveloped by the shadows cast upon the sandstone to evade the relentless sun, her usual companions absent on a scouting mission with stilgar.

"i don't want it." she remarked dryly at your gesture, her eyebrows creeping up slightly as if she was preventing herself from stating something scathing. "what practical use would it have for me? exactly, none. it looks on the brink of disintegration as it is."