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Qoraekai walked through the streets of Jatine, his heart full of distress and disappointment and yet also relief. He ached, at least his hands ached, they had wrapped them, sure but that didn't do anything for the pain. Had he messed something up? Had the two baths messed up the ritual? There was really no telling, but after waiting six hours to see if his pigment would return, the Crescents had had it with him. Something had messed up and they were certain it was him. They had the wrong person. It didn't take them long to throw him a small bag and kick him out of the faction in the heat of the day. The walk to Jatine wasn't that long but it was agonizing in the heat. Not only the heat from the sun, but also the heat from having his cloak on and hood up. Sweat seeped through the dark fabric and he knew he would need to find some water soon.

He stopped at a vendor and gave him a few of his already low amount of coins in exchange for a water skin. Qora knew he should ration it, he didn't have that much money and now he had nowhere to go. But he wasn't accustomed to doing so and quickly the water skin was half gone. At least he felt somewhat better. Now he would need to find somewhere to stay or go. His eyes swept around his surroundings before the object that stuck out like a sore thumb, (or hands in his case) found his attention. He smiled and made his way over to the obviously not Oban Irro. "Well I never thought I'd see you again." He said smoothly.

Qora's smile stayed on his face, at least until she pieced her mystery together. His smile faltered then fell. His wrapped hands pulled his hood over his head more, as if he wasn't concealed as much as he could be. He looked away from her. While he had been glad to see her, he had known she was searching for a treasure, he just hadn't known it had been him. What did she feel now that she knew it was him? Was she disappointed in him? Disappointed that her search was for some stupid boy who wasn't even special at all? His face remained turned away even after she stated her question. It was obvious wasn't it? To her. What about all the other people around them? Did they know? What could he say? What was there to say?

"I'm sorry your treasure isn't much of a treasure. But there's a back entrance near the armory. You might be able to get in and get some stuff to sell." She probably didn't want anything else with him now. He had nothing to offer after all, he was homeless, possession-less, poor. The shock of the ritual not working took more than its tole on the supposed prophesied boy. He misread everything she said and turned away. "Goodluck. I hope you find some kind of treasure here." He said, the sadness and slight anger in his voice was clear as he began to walk away.

He couldn't help but pause as she wouldn't let him leave. His heart quenched a little as she said she didn't see all treasures having a monetary value. But who would want a treasure that wasn't worth anything? Her touch was a comfort in its own way, and even though she tried to be gentle, he pulled his hands away. Why, why would she want to do this? It was hard to resist, though, her touch and words were such a comfort. This was the reason he let her take his arm and bring him close, the exposed skin already feeling the burn of the sun. He had none of the mixture with him. He thought they had perhaps put some in his bag but there hadn't been any. What was he doing? He couldn't just throw all his problems on this poor girl. "Irro, I can't do this to you. Why would you want to do this?" He asked. Qora didn't think this was how the world was supposed to work.

Qoraekai knew she was right, she made sense, yet at the same time he felt like a burden. But, if she really wanted to, Ubeli knew he needed the help. He sighed and let her drag him along beside her. It was pretty hot and being inside somewhere sure would be nice. "You're right. Alright, I'll come with you." It was weird letting someone else take care of him, well, that wasn't the weird part it was that it was someone he didn't know very well. Okay, that wasn't it either, she wasn't a part of the faction and therefore had not reason to help him. Granted...when they had met, there had been an instant attraction. Perhaps that was why? She was still exquisite, the slight burn and all. He was glad that he had found her here and she was still as amazing as she had seemed that one night.

Qoraekai smiled slightly as he allowed himself to be lead to a small apartment. It was rather small, but it was a place. Irro seemed to be doing well since coming to Oba. He remembered their first and only other meeting besides today, it was when she had first come to Oba and the sun was punishing her for it. But at least she had found her place here, that was a small comfort to him. She was like a gem in this muted scenery, no doubt she could make a living here on her looks alone.

Once inside, she took the bandages off of his hands. He noted she didn't say anything about the shape, but given the people who he had been with, it probably didn't need any explanation. While the salve was lathered onto his wounds and the numbing was extraordinary, it was the water that held his gaze. Once his hands were wrapped up, he took the water but sipped it slowly this time, savoring. "It does feel better, thank you. That salve is wonderful stuff. Especially for people like us in a place like this." His smile came back easily now that there was no pain. He took his cloak off and hung it on the back of his chair, clearly way more relaxed than he had been mere moments ago.

He nodded as she spoke, sipping his water as she was. It was a relief to his dehydrated body and to his mind as something as normal as sipping on some water helped ease some of the anxiety that had built up. Irro was right yet again, he had to figure out what in the world he was going to do with himself and that was not an easy question. He had never had much thought of what he would do after. Sure there was always the possibility of the ritual failing, but it wasn't until last night that he had actually worried about it. And as such, he'd never thought of what he would do if it did.

Qora smoothed his hair to one side and fiddled with his necklace. What would he do? He was skilled with some weapons but he couldn't even watch the perzi be sacrificed how would he be able to kill someone or something? "I appreciate your hospitality. And if my presence wouldn't be a burden I would be grateful. As for the future. I've never really considered it...What do you plan on doing?" He asked curiously.

Qoraekai listened intently and allowed her to talk, she had a very nice voice so it was easy to do so. So Tendaji was shadier was it? Well, he had learned that their boarders had a lot more trees and less sun would definitely be good on his skin. He smiled slightly as she mentioned going to see her parents. That was probably something he'd never be able to do again. The way they looked at him when he didn't change pigment was seared into the back of his mind. They had become a much bigger part of the faction than he had thought and it was disheartening to have his own parents look at him in such a way. After all, they were the ones who did that to him.

"So Tendaji is shadier?..." He thought on things for a few moments, sipping his water carefully and savoring each sip as he thought. "You know you could carry more Oban stuff with more than one person traveling." He said with a small smile in his not so subtle way of asking if he could accompany her.