Partched, delirious... stained with the pain of the torture he once faced. His head hung low, breath as slow as a softly dripping leak of water. Movement came and his body had twitched, soon as he was released though he fell forward. Caught. He couldn't function. His eyes were nearly shut tight as he had to lay against the knight. He had to look hard at him but he felt blinded. His vision was blurred.<br/><br/>Though he felt something cool, wet... dripping onto his cracked lips. Water! It was water! Greed settled in. He needed this. He needed the water! Life saving water! He gulped what he could but he was soon told to slow down. With a weak attempt, he let off a soft growl but he did comply.<br/><br/>From there he somewhat blacked out. Not much happened in his mind as he was brought to camp. Once laid on the cot he woke a little. His eyes were glossy but he soon closed them, sipping the strange liquid before coughing a little bit. Groaning he shuddered. His body ached so bad. Be couldn't even speak.