He was, however, quite fortunate, all things considered. He had managed to come across not one but two oases. The first was basically a small trickle coming out of a source rock under the shade of a rather sickly tree. He had found it on his second day. Handy had lost track of how long he had knelt there, practically sucking the water from the rocks, but he didn’t regret a second of it. He had taken advantage of the situation to clear his throat and relieve himself without worry of losing too much fluid. The problem was he hadn’t had anything that could function as a waterskin. The only leather he possessed was his belt, and there was no way he could use that for such a purpose. So, once he was done, he had topped himself off with water and awaited nightfall before traveling.