Mekoa doubted she could hold up the waterskin, let alone lift it up to her mouth and drink. She was begining to come around on her own, but it was taking awhile. A very long while. It was a shaking hand that raised the waterskin half way to her mouth, and it was a steady muzzle that lifted it the rest of the way. Most of the water sloshed around her mouth rather than in it, yet she barely managed to get just enough to lessen her thirst and dizziness. Seeing as she was in no shape to move or stand, she remained where she was and waited for Janis to return. And she didn't like it. Not one bit.