Dhanya, falling into a fatigued stupor though she was, noticed Hirem's pause. She stayed quiet while he thought things over, content that they were walking in the right direction. She was pleased at his query, though she barely had strength to smile.
"We'd be better off with you than without you, they're all travellers from other regions." Tourists. "It's always good to have another set of eyes and hands..."
Her voice trailed off and Hirem found that not only could he hear the caravan, he could see it. A group of men sitting around the edges of camp were throwing any old wood they could find onto a pile for the nightly fire. They looked up when they saw Hirem. Their eyes widened.
"What's she gone and done this time?" The youngest asked.
Dhanya suddenly felt much heavier than she had before. She had finally passed out, a limp weight in his hands.