He was now feeling glad of the advice he'd received from one of the other Sleepers the day they'd set out on this unpleasant excursion, that he'd kept his face partially wrapped in cloth; he'd been able to avoid the worst of the damage, and while his skin still stung in all areas the sand had been able to reach, it could have been much worse.

He stood leaning with his back against the wall of the crevasse, his own breathing still just a little shallow and rapid from the bad dash to reach cover. After a moment he glanced in her direction, however, pulling the cloth from around his face in order to offer her a small smile.

"You made it, then. It should be safe enough here until the storm passes," however long that will be...