She awoke in a small, dimly lit home, disoriented and weak. The air was thick with the scent of earth and desert sand. The door creaked open, and a tall, enigmatic figure entered. He was dressed in traditional kaftan, and his presence held a sense of quiet strength.

Their eyes met, and a faint smile graced his lips. "You're awake. I was starting to worry."

She recognized him as the man who had come to her rescue earlier in the unforgiving Moroccan desert.