He was glad she poured the water from that pitcher into the cup once more. His eyes didn't need to be open. They hadn't opened long the second time either. He was drinking the water. Drinking it slower than he normally would. Not wishing to anger the savior who was giving him the water his body needed and craved. His lips continued to smooth and soften until they were soft like the feel of water on a calm breezy day. He continued drinking the second glass of water. The color ever so slightly growing in his skin tone. He almost whimpered when the water was gone again.<br/><br/>He opened his eyes and this time was able to keep them open. Beautiful sea water colored eyes looked at her pleadingly. He wanted to beg for more yet was afraid it would anger her if he did so. The brittle ends of his hair were softening as well. Slight changes in his features were occuring as he drank more water. A few more and maybe the fever would pass. It would take him more than a pitcher of water to be able to get to the sea however. He would need a lot more time and energy than that water pitcher would give him.<br/><br/>He was able to now look at his savior. She seemed around his age in human years. Maybe a year or two older. He was uncertain if she was going to give him more water. For a definite land person she was by far the kindest one he had encountered. Then again she was the only one outside the fishermen peoples that he had encountered. He couldn't form many words at the moment. His mouth still too dry for easy talking. So he would stick to moving his gaze to the water pitcher and back to her. Hoping she wouldn't be enraged by the unspoken asking for more water.<br/><br/>In the period of time he had been forced to be away from his home...he had found land people angered easily. Very easily. They were also very mean. He looked her over. She was pretty. She also didn't seem mean. His eyes looked back up at hers and the honest fear she would see in those beautiful sea colored eyes was heartwrenching. It could possibly tear at the heart of even someone of icy emotions. He looks at her with extreme curiousity that hid itself alongside the fear.