[...okay, Jamil feels composed, he feels like he can face Kalim without feeling the visceral need to slither into the nearest shadows and hide, he found a decent sized stick that could be a decent enough sword (at least for the sake of choreography), and Kalim bit upon the subject change and they could segue away from why they're in this desert together.]

Not really?

[He turns, and offers the large stick for Kalim's consideration. Decently sword-like? No? The balance is wrong but they still need things of the right length to practice with.]

I think we've been to a tomb once or twice, but it isn't as if there was any reason for us to linger near one. As kids, there were always better places for us to play.