Thoughts weighed more than anything else in the long stretches of silence. Cully was not the first person that Petra would have chosen, but he was probably the last person she wanted to see here in the desert. Everything about this seemed wrong. But she did not say anything distasteful, she kept those thoughts to herself. He was helping them. They had nearly been out of water, or completely. The desert heat was making her delirious. Adward didn't seem to mind it at all, but she could have made them water. Any good alchemist could. If she just had the right supplies with her... Why hadn't she thought of them before?
They were still covered in sand. Adward was grinning at her. She pulled her mask down simply to stare at him with a blank face.
"What are you smiling at?"
They'd almost died back there. They didn't even know what was ahead of them and it was just some grand adventure to Adward. Petra didn't want to find the end of this adventure if it meant the death of her companion, or her own death, or more mysteries which she still didn't understand.
The blue man. What was the blue man. Or who? Why Charisat of all places?