Although she gripped Shizuka tightly and couldn't stop trembling, it took her a while to say anything.  She couldn't manage to find the words, and she had to stop crying.  Crying was only wasting water, and they only had so much.  She didn't want people to worry about her.  She didn't want people to be sad when she died.  That was only going to make it harder on them, and people stronger than she was were going to need everything they had in order to make it through this and start to rebuild.<br/><br/>The offer of food made her shake her head.  "I'm fine," she lied unconvincingly even as her stomach growled in protest.  "We should start filling the bath, though, getting all the water we can and making sure that we can filter it.  We don't want people to run out of water after the pipes finally go dry."  She didn't want to cry anymore.  She didn't want to hurt so much.  If she was going to die, why couldn't the last memories with everyone be happy ones?  How was she going to slip away without people realizing and missing her?