"Yes. And drink some water, sex is apparently very thirsty work."

He slings his backpack over his shoulders and heads back towards Raziya and Horan.

Horan has curled up into a ball and fallen asleep, apparently.

Raziya is sitting against a rock and staring at the sky. When she hears them walk back she is initially alarmed but calms back down when she recognises them. "Have your fun? You sure sounded like you did." But then her eyes drift down to Tintin's crotch and she blinks. "I think you're missing something, there. I thought eunuchs couldn't have sex."

Tintin blushes, but responds with a minimum of stuttering. "You've got it backwards - I never had balls in the first place, science gave me a prick. I can have sex fine, just can't impregnate someone. Or get pregnant, though that's for a different reason and I could fix it if I wanted."

"...you... were a girl and then not? But you don't have tits?"

"You could put it that way. And yes, I had them removed, not that there was much to remove."

Raziya squeezes her own (rather larger than "not much") breasts, a bit protectively. "Why?"

"...because I'm a man, and having breasts made me unhappy. If some kind of magic gave you a penis, I doubt you'd want to keep it."

"No, I like my pussy." She looks at Tintin's again and amends, "Without a dick. But why are you a man if you didn't have a dick and only got one later?"

"Complicated reasons! There are an astonishing number of ways that humans can be, due to a dizzying array of genetic and epigenetic factors, and one of those ways is 'identifying with a gender that doesn't match the physical sex of their body'. Some people are even born with bodies like mine is now! Some people don't want to be male or female! I met an asari once - a species that only comes in one biological sex, mostly corresponding to human females - who had gender confirmation surgery to make himself look male, despite the fact that his species didn't even have the concept of masculinity built into their neurology!"

"Okay... So you're a man now..."

"Yes he is and we should eat and resume walking," says Taharqi.

"Do we have too, my feet still hurt..."

"I suppose it depends on how many more days you want to add to our ten-to-twelve day journey," he replies, neutrally.

"...hm."

Tintin removes a ration bar from his pack. It is putatively lemon-flavored. He tears into it, and drinks some of his remaining water. "I'm going to have to set the bottles to refill over the night," he mentions, "don't let me forget."

"I will remind you," says Taharqi. "Wake Horan up," he adds, to Raziya.

She sighs and pokes him with a toe.

He startles awake and yips and jumps back, but then he shakes his head quickly like he's shaking water off his hair and blinks at them.

"Food?" she offers.

He blinks at again then nods.

Tintin will distribute foodstuffs and the remaining water, being apparently the quartermaster.

Indeed he is.

At some point Horan's gaze rests on Tintin's genitals for a bit longer but Raziya says, "It's complicated," and that seems to be enough of a deterrent that he doesn't try to formulate any questions about it.

Good, good. Tintin is beginning to think that his nudity is not a mistake. It's not cooler than the encounter suit, but you do eventually get bored of constantly being the ideal human temperature all over your body.

-he sets his omni-tool to filter UV radiation in a field over his exposed skin. He's probably already going to have a mild sunburn from the fifteen minutes he didn't have it up, but there's no need to make it worse.

And soon enough they can resume their very, veeeery long trek.