Oh, delightful. Sand everywhere, just what I always wanted.
[Save him, he's already so tired. That's the problem of living in a desert area, he supposes—or, well, one of them, anyway. Jacob keeps moving forward, wishing he had a hood he could pull up against the storm, but he knows where his target (for lack of a better term) is, and they seem to be—well, they're doing all right, as much as they can under the circumstances, so he'll slow a little and let River set the pace instead.]
Good to know I can trust the other Summoned with helping out if I need it. [The brief spatter of Chinese is confusing to him, though, and he inclines his head towards her.]
What's that mean—wu-ching de shoo? [It's...not a very close pronunciation.]
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[Save him, he's already so tired. That's the problem of living in a desert area, he supposes—or, well, one of them, anyway. Jacob keeps moving forward, wishing he had a hood he could pull up against the storm, but he knows where his target (for lack of a better term) is, and they seem to be—well, they're doing all right, as much as they can under the circumstances, so he'll slow a little and let River set the pace instead.]
Good to know I can trust the other Summoned with helping out if I need it. [The brief spatter of Chinese is confusing to him, though, and he inclines his head towards her.]
What's that mean—wu-ching de shoo? [It's...not a very close pronunciation.]