Following Sana, Deila made it back outside to the open sky. Deila threw up her hands and breathed deeply. The night air was a welcome sensation. Emerging out of the ground made her feel safer. She Took off her head dress and held it to the high into the night air giving thanks to the wind and the sky. The shaman took off her boots and most of her garb minus the ones that covered her modesty. She took out a small pouch of leather from her waist and poured some water into it. She said a few words of blessing and used the non water proof pouch as a sponge and cleaned her limbs and face. The night air felt good against the moist skin. The sky was dark but that was ok she was alive and very grateful for that fact. 

Deila left off her boots and other non essentials allowing them to air out while her skin dried in the night air. She then turned her attention to the sky once more and called out for her friend Bulbo. She knew that the desert was a bad place for him but he could fly and he was very ingenious. Deila called out for Bulbo again with the promise of food and water. She knew he would be thirsty after a their time apart.