Well, there was water there, sure enough, but he was all the way over here.
Slowly, he stood up, stepping out of the coffin and stumbling, but catching himself before he fell, then headed towards the creek. "'s fine." It seemed to take him ages to get there, but maybe time was being strange for him, after he'd missed out on so much of it? Getting to the edge of the stream, he dropped to his knees, dipping a handful of water from it and drinking, repeating the motion again and again, a few drops running down his chin and off to splash on the ground.