Kaya and Nasr just stared as Quinlan got straight to his feet, rudely rejected their offer of tea, and staggered on his own back into the tent. From the sound of it, he just went in and collapsed, too! He was not a very good guest. But then again, maybe they shouldn't have expected anything different from a northern barbarian.
Now, of course, Kaya had to explain why she'd hid the man in the first place. But Nasr knew how much the privilege of having her own Sirrush breeding was for Kaya, and believed his cousin when she said she just didn't want the whole thing ruined because she saved some stupid abjad. Of course, Nasr also knew his aunt, Kaya's mother, and how much it would ruin Kaya's chance if she found out about this! So grudgingly he agreed to keep it secret. But what to do with the man until he was better?
Kaya, whose temper was worse than Nasr's, was still fuming at what she saw as the man's betrayal. Attacking her cousin! After she took him in! So to cool her head, Kaya threw herself back into all the work she needed to do anyway, while Nasr cautiously went into the tent.
He looked curiously and cautiously at the man. In truth, he'd never seen a northerner before. While Kaya made extended trips in Essryn to visit her father, Nasr stayed with the tribe and had met few foreigners. Now that the man wasn't a threat, he was curious.
"Kaya said she made a salve for you," he said cautiously, "you should probably use it again. Sun sickness can be very serious." He brought the jar of the lotion over to Quinlan, then sat down not too far from him, frowning curiously at him. "You are lucky Kaya found you. You would have died."