The poor skeleton slowly climbed up the rockface, having some trouble with its one arm. Jay decided not to let Sweeper eat bones to heal as it was going to be left behind to watch Jay's tail. It would simply be a waste.

“Hmm, maybe I should make this a regular practice… Sweeper can be like a rear-guard of sorts – or at least an early warning system for when it dies…” he smiled, giving his arm a good scratch as it had been itching since he came closer to the desert.

Sweeper had clambered on the rock and was looking around like a sentry.