"—Of your friends," Rose finished. "They're worried, I'm sure. But we're doing what we can to protect them." With a grunt she stood and staggered down to the river's edge. "Either of you know anything about water conditions here? Blood, sweat, and tears, I need a drink." It wasn't a metaphorical swear, since streaks of all three tracked through her coat; mild dehydration was the inevitable result. "I don't want to dip into my canteen reserve if I don't have to."