Again Lucifer scanned Mhidas over. There were no outward wounds, no blood, nothing. All that Lucifer could see were the closed and possibly twitching in agony eyes upon the golden stallion. Looking closer at his eyes, Lucifer almost missed what Mhidas said. It was only because his one ear was twisted to the other stallions lips that he heard, showing the monster just how engrossed he was in trying to pinpoint if it really was sand in the younger man's eyes or something worse.


Twisting his head, Lucifer swallowed thickly before bobbing his head even though Mhidas couldn't see it. “I can lead you to water. Do you wish to lean against me to get there or follow my scent?” Either way, Lucifer would be leading Mhidas to the nearest oasis. The sand would be the least of their worries if the black wasn't fast enough to aid the other man. Infection, blindness, and many other things could come from this. None of those were anything Lucifer wanted to see upon the Arabian built male face. So, even though worried and then also worried about that foreign emotion, Lucifer waited for Mhidas to tell him what he wanted, curious what the male would say.