It was another scorching day in Starswept Valley, the steaming sand crunching under your boots, the sun smiling malevolently from above you

You were quite injured yourself actually, having to fight a few Threshers and being caught in the crossfire between a fight between some Knives of Eylis agents and some Authority soldiers (both factions seemed to hate you equally).

After those scuffles, you were bleeding a little, and were rather weak

“W-water… please…”

You almost didn’t even notice the lynx Felinor sitting in the ground, knees up to her chest

“Do you… have… water?”

Her green eyes looked at yours, begging for whatever water you may have