Her sympathy washed over him, largely unheeded. Were she not present, he'd be submerging himself in the water. As it was, he took the liberty of removing his boots so he could sit on a large rock and let his tired feet cool. He looked up at her, vaguely wondering how it was she could manage to keep herself from seeking more water or doing the same as he was. He supposed, perhaps, he was simply just more tired. She'd not been wearing armor for the miles they walked.
"Wet your sleeves?" He asked dubiously. "It will just dry out, won't it?"
The problem of carrying water was one he'd been thinking about for awhile now. They had found the stream now and he had the notion that maybe they should follow it. People often lived near water, so he thought perhaps following it would lead to a village or farm. But he had no notion of what the countryside was meant to look like in this strange, perverted land. Besides that, he did not know if it would be wise to go upstream or downstream.
If he had but a simple canteen, things would be easier. Her talk of sleeves was, for the moment, the only solution they had. He did not like it much, for it seemed to be one that would only last them a few more hours along the road.
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"Wet your sleeves?" He asked dubiously. "It will just dry out, won't it?"
The problem of carrying water was one he'd been thinking about for awhile now. They had found the stream now and he had the notion that maybe they should follow it. People often lived near water, so he thought perhaps following it would lead to a village or farm. But he had no notion of what the countryside was meant to look like in this strange, perverted land. Besides that, he did not know if it would be wise to go upstream or downstream.
If he had but a simple canteen, things would be easier. Her talk of sleeves was, for the moment, the only solution they had. He did not like it much, for it seemed to be one that would only last them a few more hours along the road.