Gallus didn't help Hiritus up, but he stopped and waited for him to get back on his feet.

"I hid a sack with more supplies in it nearby, including a healing potion," Gallus stated blandly, "It'll help your wounds, but getting your legs strong again will just take time and exercise." Gallus beckoned Hiritus up, "Come on, don't expect me to carry you, jester."

It only took another few minutes for Gallus to come across the dead drop he had left between a couple of rocks the day before. It was mostly food and water, but also a map of local oases and a few other tools for survival.

Gallus handed a flask of familiar red liquid from the bag to Hiritus' hands. He decided to let him take the moment to have a quick break.

"So, you know our heading?" Gallus asked, crossing his arms, "Who are we going to be meeting with?"