Her friend was thirsty. Arietta was too, but she was more concerned with the liger. The desert heat was enough to get to anyone, really, but adding the fur that the creature had... The girl couldn't help but worry. The oasis would've provided a nice, refreshing drink, she knew, but it was also a short distance away. Normally that wouldn't be a problem, but she didn't want to risk letting the liger collapse...

So, the God-General went into the nearest building, heading straight for the counter with little more than a quick glance around. As long as they'd help her, she didn't care what type of place this was.

"Could I have some water? My... My friend's really thirsty."