[Nil keeps to himself for the most part, with no permanent residence, no use of the phone he keeps with him and spending most of his time roaming the border looking for unfortunate creatures to sink an arrow into.]

Some time ago. [He drawls out softly. It's been six months, but hard to keep count.] Feels like two seasons, but the sun made it difficult to track.

[Glancing over his shoulder, he fixes sharp grey eyes on the man.]

I think I prefer this. Don't you? Desert heat gets so wearing after a while.