"Hmm..." Sheeana felt the scales under her palms. They were like the worm's segments, but smoother, designed to glide through water rather than blend into sand. She certainly was not one to love or indeed form hugely strong attachments to any individual. But it was the Bene Gesserit philosophy to love humanity, the universe itself, to dedicate yourself to its preservation. Maybe that's what they felt.

"It is strange me rescuing you. I am a desert creature. Perhaps it's my instinct to preserve water?" Gentle facetiousness.