[Though they might have been spared the grueling tread across the desert sands, the sun would take a greater toll on wyverns and pegasi alike. Cynthia, Gerome, and others would have to light on the ground more than once, to offer their comrades a drink before they rejoined the rest of the group. Perhaps the two of them were more rested than the others, and for that, Gerome felt slightly guilty. Without a word, he would take it upon himself (Cynthia, also) to find water and shade for their friends so they may rest in the oasis.

Now, Gerome is on his feet and has a hand soothingly pressed to Minerva's maw. She's very thirsty; his water had gone warm on the journey here. The tips of his ears burn a gentle pink at Lucina's comment.]

For Minerva more so, I'm afraid. I am to accompany her to our nearest water source. I am only glad to procure any water should you have a need for it, Lucina. Are you well?