Shame he was here to die.
He didn’t hear any death throes on his excursion, so after a while he returned with a decent assortment of rocks in his hands—only to find that Nora had already found some.
Shit, Orion didn’t mean to broadcast that to the whole group.
Orion shoved the rocks in his pocket, and after a beat, decided to take it off altogether. Crawling through the desert had him sweating like a fucking pig. He plopped down on the ground next to his pack, sticking his hand into it and pulling out the first water bottle he could feel.
Glug, glug, glug.