...If this is the real Ritsu-kun and not a figment of my imagination, you'll hear about it awfully soon. With how often you sleep, your dreams will carry you away to meet that strange one they call the Storyteller.

[So, he doesn't have to give exposition, he refuses. He can barely run! But his light running has carried them far enough that he can find a place where the sand rolls and dips enough to form a decent hiding spot. It's just enough out of the way that those creatures may wander past, or grow distracted...

He hopes. He can't do anything about their scent. Still, he steps down, tugging Ritsu with him before he releases his hand with a sigh.]