Cullen simply cuts him a look and shakes his head. The time for any such worry is long past, and he believes they both know it. He doesn't go too far. He doesn't need to. He pushes in among the cutting leaves and glances back to Dorian over his shoulder. "Just be careful of the edges. As long as you don't move too quickly, they won't claim blood."

He goes down on his haunches, gathering the thick skirting out of the way, and digs his fingers down into sandy soil until he feels a fat, fibrous root beneath them. He works his hand under it and jerks up with a sudden snap of the vegetation. Lifting the root to his lips, he lets clear water drip into his mouth. There's a surprising quantity of it before it stops. "Fresh water, completely untainted. Only when you see the small white buds on the shrubs." He points them out hidden amongst the leaves. "They flower at different times depending on sun exposure. If you get lost or separated, you won't die of thirst before we can find you again."

He brushes sand from his fingers and stands again. "Giant spiders are all over, particularly the caves. Watch yourself when we go past openings. They like to ambush."