Ashia nods once trying to avoid worrying Kaladin furthur.

Kal briskly trotted back towards the tent, brow furrowed in concern.

The crewmember waits paciently outside of the tent. Upon seeing Kaladin he stops carving the wood for a brief molment before going back to it.

Kal didn't spare that member a second glance right now; he had a patient to attend to.

Selkie was breathing hard and shaking badly. The rag had fallen off his brow and the water in the bowl had evaporated.

Kaladin clenched his fangs, then darted back outside. "Can anybody get me water??" He asked. "Preferably a lot of it?"

The crewmember hands Kaladin a canteen that was half full, "This is a desert Kaladin this is all the water we three are allowed for a week here."

Kaladin sighed. That was a no go, then. There wasn't a chance that any of them would last more than a few days without water, and Selkie would need to hydrate after he woke up. "Are there any springs nearby??"

The bearded dragon shakes his head, "No there aren't I could go ask others in the tribe but I seriously doubt it. There is another option though one that the leader and I discussed; we go back to the ship. They don't want us here Kaladin and the only thing keeping us from being attacked is that medalion that you have."

Kaladin grimmaced. "We could do that, but we spent days getting out here.... I'm not sure if we have that sort of time."