It didn't seem to take long before the muscles in her left arm were protesting having to hold the heavy shield up. Stubborn as she was, Allura only gritted her teeth, refusing to lower the shield. Ahayla was more precious to her than her comfort. As they walked, she studied their surroundings cynically.
"Deserts are rather boring, aren't they," she remarked, after which she licked her dried and cracking lips. "Nothing to see or do. No desserts in sight."
She was making less sense, she knew, but it was hard to think straight in this heat. The desert went on and on for seemingly forever. She didn't want to die out here with Ahayla. Only one of them should die, and that should be Allura. Ahayla as her apprentice needed to live on.
"Where should we go once we are done in the city?"