Masaad the Medic

"My System says it's just [Dehydration] and two levels of [Fatigue]." I said.

"Well," Masaad said, "with everyone on water rations, I'd recommend licking any moist spots you can find underground. Not much we can do here on the surface."

"I'm sorry." Taranda said. "My water rations aren't enough for myself, either."

I blinked. "But what about all the cactii around here?" I said. "Surely at least one of them has water inside."

Masaad chuckled. "Good luck finding that one among the others."

I blinked. "They'll be the ones that aren't wilted. Then look for the ones bulging slightly outward. It doesn't seem hard."

"It doesn't seem hard." Taranda said, "But it is."

"A lot of common sense just doesn't apply out here. Why have a Medic on staff at a death camp?"

"I thought this was a salt mine." I said.