Mariska sits down nearby, glad to be off her feet if at least for a short while.  She slings her pack off her shoulders and pulls out a waterskin.<br/><br/>She reaches out and gently touches Allanara's arm.  "Here, would you like some water?"<br/><br/>Even as she offers the waterskin to Allanara, her eyes move toward the road, as if she does indeed expect them to be pursued.