Mercifully, though the human seemed impassive, he was not altogether cruel, for he wasted little time in sending a servant for water. K'qalikh didn't see much of the middle aged man, though he took note of the distance he kept, placing the water some feet away, far from his reach. The naga supposed he could have used the end of his tail to grab the glass and bring it nearer, but the human got there first, bringing it within his reach. Exhausted though he was, he wasted not a second in filling the glass to the rim and gulping it down.<br/><br/>K'qalikh went through two more glasses in much the same fashion before giving pause, laying back down with little hesitation and sighing deeply. By no means was he safe. He was in a strange place, one far more luxurious than that to which the forest-dwelling creature was accustomed, and he had little in the way of defenses against the inhabitants should they turn violent. He hoped they would not. The human had offered aid and it seemed unlikely that he would go to the trouble of getting him inside, only to turn on him. Logic said so, anyway, and he didn't have the energy to argue the point.<br/><br/>Faintly, K'qalikh heard the human staff muttering in the hall behind him. About him, no doubt, though he couldn't pick up on their words very clearly. Speaking and understanding the human tongue took more concentration than he had to spare, and it was with a low exhale that he closed his eyes to rest, ignoring the heat radiating from his wounds. He peered up only when he heard footsteps returning to him. The human lit a candle here and there and examined him from a space on the floor, and K'qalikh for his part studied him intensely. As best as he was able, given how low he had settled.<br/><br/>"I need... I need a thin blade," he muttered, his voice breathy from fatigue. Reaching down, a thinly scaled hand tipped with dark claws sought his middle, just below the level of his hip, where a broken arrow shaft protruded from a chunk of orange scales. Another sat farther down the length of his tail, nestled in his underbelly where his weight tended to rest during everyday movement. These had not yet developed infection, though he suspected they would soon. "To cut around them..."