Well. She should've gone for that touch of comfort. Wrinkling her nose, she smiles up at him in agreement. "You're right, Brasso. We'll do better than hope. In fact, I say we actively work to make the best of the desert."

How? No clue. But she searches for an excuse to be able to keep talking to him.

"Have you eaten? I was on my way to find something not finely dusted with sand."