"I couldn't tell." Oren's head was spinning, his eyes squeezing shut for a couple seconds as he was guided to the ground. The woman disappeared for a minute, or two, he couldn't tell. When she came back with a pilfered pitcher and cup he was propped back up on his elbows. Oren nodded his thanks and took the cup, he didn't swallow though, turning his head to the side so he could swish and spit. He needed to get the rest of the blood out of his mouth first. When his mouth was relatively ichor free he took a sip of the water. "Walking... I can, but it will have to wait a second." he pulled at his shirt and coat, breath stuttering out between his lips as he peeled the shirt away from his skin.<br/>"I need... To rinse the ichor off... Bad if they touch." It was hard to string words together, his mind both incredibly sharp and stupidly thick at the same time. Oren hissed loudly as the water passed over his skin, it stung like acid.