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It took Saraf some time to realize that Arima had gone missing, having been too busy with own work to realize the lack of a healer. It was first brought to his attention when he heard in passing one of the soldiers mentioning to another that he'd gone for his physical only to find the doctor wasn't in. It didn't mean much at first with him just figuring that she'd gotten distracted with... well, whatever it was that lady types got distracted with. He'd leave her to her own devices or else the others were only going to bother him that much more about his 'relationship' with the 'Pale Lady'.

Saraf had returned to his work, going to help fetch some water, and then spent a bit of time working with Grane, before he returned again... and still it would appear as though Arima was missing. It wasn't that he was worried about her, surely she could take care of herself... right? A thought that had him instantly wondering. A part of him answered with a definitely 'no' which got him a bit worried. Where was she? What was she doing? Was she in over her head? After a quick once around the camp he'd finally broken down and actually started to ask around.

It didn't take too long before he was given a lead that had him grumbling and rubbing his temples as he felt a bit of a headache coming on. The others had told her about some magical, heal all flower, and she'd gone out into the desert to fetch it? Same idiots were reported to the captain and put to work fetching cactus fruit as punishment while he gathered supplies, saddled Grane, and headed out into the desert. It seemed as though a sand storm was brewing, meaning he'd need to find her quickly or else she might end up buried in the sand and then he'd never find her...

Saraf was grumbling and cursing within a short time of leaving the camp due to the fact that the storm that was kicking up seemed to be happily throwing about sand and various other debris. It meant that Grane and himself would be getting pelted the entire way to... well, where ever it was that Arima had gotten herself lost at. He could only hope that it was some where within a riding distance and that he'd be able to catch up to her. The only problem being that the sand was sure to make it quite a difficult thing to do. He couldn't even rely heavily on Grane's sense of smell to find her in all of this.

"You do your best to find her, Grane." He told his janarim, giving him a little nudge to get him moving a bit faster. As they made their way forward he gave a humming sound, "At the moment it seems that we need to pray to several of the Gods and Goddesses if we are wanting to find her." Nerad and Essd obviously, but there was also Drach and Atun to consider... and a bit of aid from On'os never hurt. He would send up a silent prayer to the old of them in hopes that maybe they would be able to aid him in this search.

What felt like some time later Grane seemed to sudden perk up, snorting and growling for a moment, his forefoot clawing at the ground, before he charged forward. Saraf flailed for a moment before he found himself holding tight to the janarim as he ran headlong into the storm. It wasn't Arima per say that he'd caught the scent of but instead it was something else, it was blood. Not that Saraf would know that, only that the janarim seemed to have caught the scent of something... and that they were racing right into the ever darkening storm. Where they were headed wasn't something that he knew, but he could hope that they were heading in the right direction.

Saraf lifted up a bit on Grane's back, scanning the area around them, as he heard a voice calling out through the swirling sand. Was that her? He couldn't really say as it was still hard to see, but if he moved toward where he thought that he'd seen the silhouette within the storm. As he got closer though he found himself struggling to spot the one that he'd thought was calling out to him.

After a time Grane came to a halt, stomping in place, growling a bit... and Saraf found himself wondering if maybe he'd been hearing things, at least until he spotted something brightly colored on the golden sands. He blinked a couple times before hopping off of Grane's back, approaching slowly, not quite trusting that the one laying there wasn't a potential threat. Upon getting closer though he didn't find a thief laying wait, but instead the very one that he was looking for... though unconscious?

He gave a bit a of a sigh as squatted down next to her, "Not exactly the condition I was hoping to find you in but I guess I can't question the Gods and Goddesses, can I? They let me find you even if you're in a state." He gave her a little nudge, debating for a moment if he should move her, but upon getting pelted with a a few rocks he decided that it had to be done. He couldn't just leave her laying in the sand bleeding. Sliding his arms under her he scooped her up, carrying her over to Grane, and put her over his back, "It's some distance to the camp." They would have to stop in at the nearby village instead and hope to weather the sand storm there. They didn't know when the storm would end after all and Arima needed medical attention from the looks of her.

"Let's get going." He said, catching hold of Grane's reins, and started to lead the lot of them toward the village as quickly as they could through the shifting sands.

Saraf turned back slowly to look over his shoulder at Arima as he heard her speaking, he squinted at her through the sand that was in the air, before he said, "Who else in the camp were you expecting, Arima?" Was she hoping another member of the Outcast Unit would come after her? Or was she assuming that nobody would come seeking her as she went on her flower hunt? It was kind of hard to say but he he merely said, "I came upon hearing that you'd gone missing." Alright it was a little after but still!

"Flower? Ahh..." Giving a sigh Saraf lifted a hand up, rubbing it against his temples, before he said, "I don't think that you're going to find a cure all flower in the middle of the desert, Arima. They were just messing with you... Right now we need to worry about getting out of the storm, to some place safer." Did she really think that something like a cure all flower even existed? That seemed to be the sort of thing that only a child would believe... but then again Arima was still young, wasn't she? A lot younger then he was at least. So maybe she did believe in such things.

"Where? We aren't far from Orrod. It's closer to where I found you then where our camp is located. We are going to find a place there to wait out the storm within Orrod then we will head back to camp."

Saraf shifted in place, looking for a moment almost embarrassed before he quickly masked it and muttered, "I... wasn't ordered to come here..." Not that the Captain would order him to fetch the missing healer so quickly after she'd wandered off. He might given her a bit more time but given the circumstances he was glad that he hadn't just waited for her to return on her own. Not that he said any of that, instead he gave a nod of agreement as she said that they should find shelter. It was important that they get themselves indoors so that they would cease being pelted by so much sand. It was getting to the point that even Grane was getting annoyed by it.

"You know they have been trying for some time now to get you to fall for something. You have been staying one step ahead of them to this point why would you..." He trailed off as she made mention of finding a cure for her mother. He blinked a couple of times then found himself asking, "Your mother is ill? Why are you hanging out with a bunch of dead beats like us? Shouldn't you be at her side?" That she would waste her time with them when there were more important things to do was something that actually surprised Saraf a bit. They were called the Outcast Unit for a reason, and yet here she was... spending prolonged amounts of time with them. To be honest he was quite thrown by the new information.

"Eh? Oh... yeah, we'd best hurry. Pretty soon Grane is going to balk at staying out in this storm." The last thing they wanted was to deal with a grouchy janarim lest one of them end up getting bitten. As they continued forward he glanced around, taking in everything around them, before he said, "There is an inn, yes... we will be going there unless you're really wanting to go to another tavern." She really seemed to have a thing for taverns, didn't she? After what happened the last time they were in one he felt that it might be best for them to avoid such dangerous places. He didn't know if he was quite in the mood for another tavern brawl at the moment.

"It's the larger building there. Do you want to head inside while I put Grane in the stable? Or do you want to tag along with us?" Keeping Arima in sight might be for the best because it would keep her out of trouble but he probably shouldn't risk smothering her at the same time. That would only cause problems in the long run.

Saraf gave a slow nod as Arima explained everything to him. So that was the reasoning behind her coming here. He'd only known a part of it and that part wasn't really the most important part. So she was doing all of this training for her mother then? He was sure that meant that she would be moving on after her time with them was over and her mentor came to take her back, huh? It made sense, healers rarely stuck around after all.

"I understand very well wanting to keep one's mother safe. My mother is the only family that I have." He wanted to keep her safe, to make sure that she was happy, she was the only reason he went back to Sulburi as often as he did these days. Were it not for her he'd likely just stick with the Outcast Unit at all times. Giving a thoughtful sound he said, "Well, we will make sure that you get all the training possible in the time that you stay with us."

Giving a nod as she said the inn was fine he said, "Alright, good." That would keep them out of some trouble at least. Now there was other things to worry about of course with them going to an inn. Even if they stayed on different sides of it the entire time people would still see it as them 'staying in the inn together'. As she mentioned the other still talking about the first and only time they'd gone to a tavern he gave a bit of a wince. Nodding his head he said, "Among other things they won't let me live down."

Leading the way into the stables as she decided to stick with them he saw to it that Grane was given a stall that would give him out of the sand storm. Once that was done he looked back at Arima and said, "If they don't we can just hang out in the common room until the storm passes. So long as we are indoors we will be fine... though a room would be better so that you can look yourself over. You look a bit scuffed up and that worries me." He was as well but he wasn't as worried about himself as he was Arima since she was more delicate.

Saraf gave a little nod of his head, finding himself thinking on what she'd said. So she would actually miss them once she left, huh? He was glad to hear that they had at least made enough of a good impression on her that they would be missed, "I am sure that you will also be missed when you decide to head out." He was sure that he wouldn't be the only to miss her when she left. The others might have fun trying to mess with her but that just went to show that they liked her. It was a bit like dealing with a bunch of younglings at times in that aspect.

"Hm? Oh... yeah... let's say that." Would she be upset or pleased to know that the other things that they didn't want to let him live down also involved her in some way. It was something he brushed off though, not wanting to think to hard on it. Not when he was sure that this outing might add to the ribbing he thought to himself, lifting a hand up to scratch it against his chin in a thoughtful manner.

They would try for a room. He found himself wondering if they should get separate rooms or if it would just be better to get a single one. Either way they looked at it the others would tease them if they learned they stayed at an inn when it was together or not. Might as well just save a bit of coin by sharing a room. Not to mention he'd better be able to look after Arima that way, to make sure that nobody else hassled her for any reason. Turning to look at Arima as she started to apologize he gave a shrug, "It's fine. Better then leaving you alone in the desert when such a sort was going on. I know that there are times when Atun isn't too merciful." This time around might have been the exception though as he'd allowed Saraf to find Arima amidst the storm.

Walking forward Saraf went to chat with the one in charge of the inn, still in debate about how many rooms he should get. The choice was taken out of his hands though when the man said that they only had one left. It seemed a lot of people were trying to get out of the storm which left things pretty crowded. That they were able to get a room at all was lucky. After paying for the room and asking for the wash bowl that Arima wanted he motioned to her to follow him, "There was only the one room so we will have to share. If it's something you're against though I can stay in the common room while you rest."