...Gasp! He's still fun-sized!

Gavroche had gotten horribly lost. His mouth was dry as the sand he had walked across but at this point Gavroche had decided he wasn’t going anywhere else until nightfall. He had gathered a couple things at the border of some pack but now he wasn’t even sure where he was... the winged male grumbled to himself and pressed against the cool sandstone he had crawled under. The sandstone in the area continued to rise beyond the rock he crawled under, enough space for him to wedge himself in between it so that he was out of the sunlight at this time of day. The shadow extended just a bit beyond where he lay under the jutting rock too to keep his body in full shade. It wasn’t a big space but for someone his size it would work.

He had a problem though. Even when the sun fell he had to figure out where the heck he was, how to get back to the basin, and most importantly find some water. He had gotten lost in the dunes for what felt like ages so when he found the first place with any shade at all he had crawled under it. It wasn’t really a good situation but Gavroche was sure his faith would pull through. He’d begun praying to the Goddess and the Divinities… Surely Celeste would not let him fall here? No, he thought to himself.

Runa’s freedom counted on his return. He just had to be smart and not rush. If he used his head he’d be fine…

...right?