Sheeana looked thoughtful. This was delicate ground to tread on. A false word and she could upset the fragile trust they'd just established. "He was that man. We awakened the old self that slept within him. But we were in sinking sands..." A Fremen expression, the equivalent of desperate straights. "There are ways to fight the process if you know how though. I can help you." A gamble, but she could see the glint of desperation in his solid yellow eyes.