The beautiful mare shudders and his frown deepens. He does not know the cause of her pain, but it is evident that something had gone terribly wrong in the time that they have been apart. Scarecrow steps closer, his ears flicking back in uncertainty as her eyes open but fixate on nothing in particular. Something dark passes across her face, and he prepares himself for the typical tongue lashing that she delivers to him when something changes. Only a soft affirmation slips past her parched lips and his concern grows in leaps and bounds.

Even as she stands unsteadily, he can see that something is wrong. He has always known Najaat to be the embodiment of freedom, a beautiful and proud creature that refused to be bridled by something as simple as an erkek while she had more important matters to attend to. Her tone prompts him forward, bridging the gap of distance that he has always carefully maintained with the rose-colored mare and he offers the support of his lean body against her after she has staggered upright. It is possible that she will lash out at him for thinking her anything other than strong and untouchable, but he cannot watch her struggle on her feet without offering some sort of support.

Her admission gives him pause for a moment, as Scarecrow is no healer. A quick glance over her feminine figure is enough to show that she is not injured in a way that threatens her life, but a lack of sight was no small concern. And for once in the time that he has known her, he actually has a possible solution to her problem. "Then let's fix that, first."

Knowing that her comment regarding the gods likely had something to do with the sightless oracle they had not yet found, he seeks to soothe the fears she may have regarding that without outright discrediting her belief in gods and their power. "And then we will resume the search for the Oracle."

Scarecrow reaches across to touch her shoulder in a steadying gesture before taking a slow step forward that allows plenty of time for her to follow as close or as far from him as she wishes. "The Dunes have a healer named Sidika, that should be able to help."

Slowly but surely, he begins to lead her across the border to the Dunes. It makes him uneasy to be in the Akhal-Teke's territory, although he could not put the reason into words. Maslakhat had been polite during their meeting, and gracious enough to extend an invitation. In truth, Scarecrow hadn't intended to take him up on the offer, let alone so soon, but he would not let Najaat suffer for his pride.