In the ten long, slow, excruciating minutes it took Kakashi to get at least passable control of his mouth and limbs, Genma managed to make his way through a ration bar and a half, and two-thirds of a canteen of water. It wasn't much, but with Genma anything was something. Kakashi watched hawkishly as some of the colour filtered back into Genma's face, turning blanched-white into some semblance of human flesh, and finally, finally, the trembling in his hands eased a little. Enough that Genma stopped dropping every goddamned thing, at least.

It still wasn't much, but it gave Kakashi a little faith that he might not have done irreversible damage to a teammate, and that decent food and proper sleep would probably go a long way to fixing things. A point he made as loudly as he could, until Genma conceded that, yes, given that they were in a sheltered campsite in Waterfall--who shared a treaty with Konoha--it was probably worth the risk for both of them to catch a little shut-eye, just shut up, Kakashi.

There'd been a moment of silence, broken only by faint woodland noises, then Kakashi added another thought: They were both trashed, so any kind of fight right now would probably put them in the ground, correct? Therefore, if they were going to die in imminent battle, they could at least die rested.

Genma had quirked his not-quite-smile again, looking haunted with exhaustion. Kakashi reached across with an entirely ungraceful hand and stole the remaining half-ration from Genma's slackening grip. Genma let it go with a snort, and Kakashi sprawled gratefully--stiffly--down onto his side with his face towards the tent wall. Eased his mask down just a little, to follow his own advice.

The ration bar tasted like oversweet berries, and the bedroll was really only designed for one person. But it was late, and cold, and Kakashi had no real plans to let Genma out of his sight until he could at least hand the man off to a competent medic. Or a psychiatric professional.

The fire dimmed down, casting long shadows on the tent wall.

Kakashi hooked a still-shod foot back and kicked Genma, fairly gently, on his trembling ankle. "Grab a -- blanket. Try to ssleep. Don't poke me in the back with your armour."