At a close range to the figures sprawled on the ground, the four travelers reined their camels to a halt. This woman doesn't look like one in need of rescue but one in the trails of passion, nevertheless the one who had initially heard and seen Isabella shout for help alighted his camel, still grasping the animal’s rein. He knew it was rude to interrupt the privacy of couples, yet he went ahead to do so.
He coughed slightly. “Excuse me,” he started in Arabic, “Is everything okay here, we heard yelling?”
Reo broke from the kiss, angled his head ten o’clock at the quartet travelers. “Hey!” he forced a smile, not moving an inch, “We–we’re fine. My wife and I enjoy playing hide and seek under the moonlight,” he replied, also in Arabic. He leaned forward as if he wanted to kiss her ear, “Smil
