Belle sighs deeply. "Why do you keep walking around on that leg anyway?" She asks gently. "It's unwise to damage it further. And as for Max she's been gone a little over ten minutes. It could take her a bit to find some water." Belle doesn't take the rum, she wrinkles her nose and shook her head. "No thanks, I prefer wine. And you could have saved it for another time Cush. I'm sure we'll find something to celebrate over."