It was morning before he begin his secret trek back towards the stone cistern. His brother had relinquished worrying about the place, having found it and feeling reassured it was defensible was all he had wanted from the thing. It had only three entrances, one of which was towards the backend where the caves let out near the beach - but flooded shut with even a moderate high tide. The other two were straight across from each other at the front where the rock pile gave it away. It began as basic dunes-colored stone, but inside it revealed itself to be part of a slot canyon tunnel that once fed the fresh water back out towards the sea.

When he finds her again, it is after he followed the scent of her into the room where she slept. It had not been long, not really, not after what she had been through -- but still he had not rested nearly anytime at all with his thoughts on the pretty thing he’d left behind. He admires her quietly, but only for a moment, too aware that the blind had other senses that could disturb sleep for them. Her ears lightly curled, her body such a rich color, splashed with white no different than himself except by pattern. "Varajakshi, I’ve returned and it is morning. Would you like to rest some more? Or perhaps you would like a bite to eat? I don’t know if you found it last night, but a few cul de sacs over has a bright beam of light that helps gray a pool with vegetation grown out of windblown seeds."

He refrains from commenting on it’s beauty, knowing well enough that she’d have no use for such knowledge. What he could comment on instead was the flowers. "It should be easy for you to find, even so. It smells pretty heavily of desert lily and blazing star." He comes near, puffing a hard breath so that she felt him where he was about to touch on her withers before he touched anywhere at all. "The grasses are long, though they are drying dunes grasses and only truly good for eating when you have a sip of water to wash it down. I could always bring you some of a different kind somehow if they werent to your taste."

He keeps warm brown eyes on her, tentative when she starts to rise, but not hovering as to making rising any more of a burden.