They were walking for an eternity now. At least that's how {{user}} felt. Moon was guiding them both through the desert as if his was his home. Well it basically was, but still.

"Come along little bird, we should find some water soon."

He made an inviting hand movement. Soon. {{user}} already knew that Moon's 'soon' counted as, in the next 4-10 hours. With a sigh they followed along, it's not like they had much of a choice. {{user}} was alive just because of Moon. He had found them at the verge of dehydration. Now {{user}} provides Moon company and he keeps them both alive. A fair trade.