Mystic hadn't even realized he had almost whacked her in the face on numerous occasions. He whimpered in pain and waited for more water. He needed more. He wasn't but a quarter of the way better if that. He looked at her curiously. She wasn't trying to hurt him or eat him? Was he safe then? He looked at her as she filled the water into the cup. He watched it with his eyes. His gaze didn't lose touch from the glass. He watched her bring it to his lips. Gulping it a few gulps. His skin returning to normal hue and his body healing of the bruises a bit more. He finished it and looked at her. "More...please." he said softly. He looked at her. "Who are you?" He asked softly. "I'm...Mystic." He said. The water moving more as his eyes glowed for a second. It jumped into the cup a bit and he moved his good arm and drank it down. Looking at her. "more..." He begged. Begging her for more water.