Altair turned his face away, starting to lose patience in that he would have to defend himself at a time like this. He was starting to laugh again, but he was nodding as if he understood.<br/><br/>“Do what you need to do.” It was more of the same. They hadn't decided what they would do with him when they got him where he was going and that uncertainty left him anxious. He was starting to get irritable on top of that after having to relive his assault and then being in pain on top of that. He did drink when the water was offered to him. N<i>ever ask for anything; your master will provide</i>. Even now, he hadn't asked, hadn't begged and he wouldn't have. He was thankful for it, thirsty as he was.<br/><br/>“<i>Whakahetai</i>. It means thank you.”<br/><br/>Altair set the water down beside him and laid his head back down. He was tired and hoped they didn't plan to stick around. It ended up he was too fatigued again to wait and find out, but when he woke the large man, Diens was still there. Altair considered him wearily. He'd been the quieter of the two. More imposing and less predictable. Still, he wanted to try to move some and he had to piss something fierce. He was stiff and awkward, his long limbs losing a lot of their typical grace, especially when the larger man moved. Altair didn't like that he was so on edge, so jumpy, and after the initial fright, he resolved to compose himself. Whatever they wanted to do he'd take it like a man. Not like a frightened and abused dog. He was frustrated and angry, both at his weakness and his lack of control over his emotions. He used the wall to make it over to a chamber pot where he relieved his bladder, standing propped against the wood. He didn't care that he was nude aside from the bandages; bandages that needed to be changed. He didn't know how long he'd slept and he wasn't about to ask but he needed to piss standing on his own two feet. Like a man and not some invalid.<br/><br/>Getting back to the bed was more difficult than getting out of it as the urgency wasn't as pressing now. He was aware of how cold he was now that he was absent the blanket, his body shivering and everything was heavier than it should have been. Feverish perhaps, or starting to become that way. He remembered the last time he'd caught a chill and taken ill. It was nothing like it was now. His master had laid with him, tucking him under his arm and holding a mug of broth that he sipped on. It hadn't even been that serious. Altair would have done anything for that same level of comfort now and at the same time he wanted these strangers to keep their distance. And so he gave up part way, lowering himself down against the wall, respiration increased. He'd take a break and get back up when he thought he could make the short journey back to the bed, eyeing Diens with a weariness he hadn't been able to hide.