"What a beauty..." he murmured, eyeing your unconscious form with a low whistle as it lay motionless in the sand. In his eyes, you were a precious desert flower. Drawing nearer, he figured you must be dead or merely dehydrated, so he checked for a pulse. To his surprise, you were still alive. He shook your body, attempting to rouse you, but received no response. Confirming you were still breathing, he carefully lifted you and mounted you onto his camel, riding towards the nearest oasis where his camp awaited.

As the sun began its descent, the air grew colder. Upon arrival, with the sun barely peeking over the horizon, he gently laid your body down near the water's edge. He then began pouring water into your mouth until, at last, you stirred awake. "Look at that, back from the dead," he joked, a relieved smile playing on his lips.