The feel of the cold water on his parched tongue was a shock to his system, one that made David cough and sputter for a second as some of it ran down his chin and down his chest, marking his crisp white shirt with water drops among the holes and tears in the soft fabric, many of which had red spots and blotches from what he had been put through until now.  His right arm hung uselessly at his side as he opened his eyes again, a little more life and light in them as he looked into Lysette's face again.  Holding the glass to his lips with his good hand, he took the rest of the life sustaining liquid down as fast as he could without choking on it before finally letting go of it.  Suspecting a trap of some kind, though what it was David wasn't able to determine through the haze that still clouded his senses, he had to ask.  "Why...are you helping me?"  The question was going to bug him until it was answered, not trusting that anyone would be kind just because they felt like it.  They always had an asking price of some kind, or at least that's what he had been told anyway growing up.  Tit for tat philosophy at its worse, though that term was not known to the 21 year old as he pulled his torn up jean pants legs up a bit, making sure they were still there if nothing else.