“Probably not your brightest idea to wear that out, mate,” he said, Bluey looking up at him before chattering in response. Taking a moment to remove off his helmet, the bug-horse reached around with a foreleg to rummage around in his worn bag and somehow retrieve a rounded canteen. Pausing to offer it to Daniel, receiving a head shake in response, Bluey tilted his head back and took a few deep gulps, before recapping the canteen and replacing it into his bag with a satisfied sigh. 