[ Why is it suddenly settled?? They didn't make you Inquisitor so you could build sand dragons, you know?! ]

A-- [ Oh my god. Why. His hand moves towards his head, before he thinks better of it and just crosses his arms instead. For a second it looks like he might break it to her gently... but no. ]

We really don't have the time to be making anything with the sand. If we don't find a way out of here... I don't really want to think of that.