Of all of the places within her world, the sea was the only place that spared her, greeting her into a realm that she blended into well. The lack of walls and seemingly infinite amount of space gave her room to disappear. No one could track her into the waters. It was bliss to fade into the background of existance and leave the face of the planet without fear of being intruded upon.
These days her only intruders were the sea life, and unless they were something particurally large, such a dolphin or a shark. She'd been smart enough to avoid them, but the dolphins proved a much harder task with their probing curiosity. They finally came to drive her from the waters when she could no longer take them, snorting irratibly when water became air in her lungs. She hadn't gotten over the idea that drowning was another way of surviving just yet.
Once out, sand glued itself to her coat and added to the misery of land. She had no plans to become a fish within her next few years, but being greeted by sand when she had spent time in the sea was hell. It refused to release itself from her grasp regardless of any attempts made towards relief.
At least the salt water had brought some sort of halt to the pain of her burns.
Her time of loneliness was short-lived, welcomed by the presence of Morrigan lying within the sand and seeming more than content with their situation. The other healer was more of a stranger to her than she was a friend, only spending small bursts of time with the dark mare when she was forced to. Sikeax choose to hang on loosely to a small amount and not bother herself with the others, but it couldn't be death for her if she was to connect with one of the other healers within the herd on a more personal basis.
"Morrigan..." Whispers tremble from her lips as she tries for an acknowledgement, keeping a distance from the larger mare. She watches in worry of out lash, that her presence was not welcome when it was outside of the usual duties. "Would you mind if I join you?"

@[Morrigan]

At the movements of the darker mare, she steps backwards, drawing her extended muzzle back in, curling it up against her neck and watching with quiet eyes. Water drips from her body, forming streams that end in waterfalls where it sinks into the sand. The backwards steps place her hind hooves back into the grasp of the ocean which rises to kiss her heels.
Morrigan awakes with such surprise that she pulls her hocks firmly in the water once more, ready for retreat just in case.
Patience overpowers her nervousness, waiting for the sleeping mare to grasp the situation. Ears push forward with interest.
She's given a kind treatment, trying to calm her nerves in response to the healer's acceptance of her company. Her steps are slow, turning about once she is beside the mare. Tired legs fold beneath her, sighing heavily once the bottom of her barrel touched the cool sand.
"Thank you. Please, call me Sia. You're my sister of the desert and formalities aren't needed with family."
The idea of Morrigan thinking of her as family is foreign, but their shared home within the Dragon's Throat was enough of a foundation for Sikeax to allow her to call her Sia. Most of the herd did, and it'd be odd to exclude a coworker from using the alias.
A question finally stirs the air. Lying beside the sea in silence would of been nice, and while she wasn't much for conversation as it was, it couldn't hurt. Internally, she longed for times where she could simply graze with someone, having companionship that didn't require too much energy. Lace?, if that was his name, had been someone she loved the company of. Roland did much of the same, but conversations with the chestnut stallion were more suited to her lifestyle.
"I'm okay. The Sun is harsh on my skin; it happens every Tallsun. Personally, I think it's a message that I'm not suited for the desert." Along with a lot of other things.
Her eyes glue themselves towards the sea, unmoving. "How has the season been for you?" Naturally, her introvert ways bring her to struggle with the idea of conversation. While others could easily spark conversation and make themselves the life of the party, she was left with the constant struggle of not finding the right words to even capture the attention of a herdmate.
@[Morrigan]