They found some promising shoots a short way outside the city, and Eko carefully scooped a little of the surrounding sand and dirt into the jar with the tiny plants, securing it back into the saddlebag where it belonged before climbing back onto Rogir. She held a hand up against the horizon - they had left a little later than planned, and judging by the number of fingers she could fit between the sun and the horizon they had a little over three hours of daylight left.
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