A/N: I admit shamelessly that I like this one. Do you? Don't you? These questions are not intended rhetorical.
10. Water
"Sheik! Oh no!" She shrieked, horrified. He wouldn't answer. Couldn't he? All she could do was fret as he slid off of his horse and collapsed to the ground. She ran to him and held his face in her hands, beginning to cry. His complexion was pale, tinted red on his cheek-bones. His lips were scabbed and rough, his breath hot dry and short, like the dessert he had spent so long traveling out of.
She pulled the sweat-soaked shawl and cap off of his head. His hair was matted. In all he looked parched through and through.
His eyelids fluttered in recognition. Pursing his lips he craned his neck painfully to reach her face, and he kissed her.
"Sheik," she blubbered helplessly, her tears falling onto his brow.
With what little strength he had he looked up at her. "Water."