"Yes, thank you." Whatever Kenzie were to get Ezra would be better than what he'd get for himself. Ezra let himself be supported out of the tub. Once out, he moved away a bit to shrug into his robe. It's comfort was incredible. Microfiber or something. Ezra wasn't the type to sit around in a robe, but when he did, he liked to enjoy it. Leaning on Kenzie for help again he let himself be led outside the bathroom.
"I'm very hungry. If ther--just some water, perhaps." Trying to think concretely about actual objects hurt his head. His head still low he sat on the edge of the bed, supporting the weight of his head with one hand. Yes, the dizziness was probably mostly hunger pains. His stomach was very, very angry at him for being so, so empty.
Wearily, he leaned back on the bed. Closing his eyes he knew he had to summon strength from his spirit. It was a meditation technique he'd learned in Chicago, of all places. You had to go into the eye of the storm of yourself and pull all the good things and bad things towards you and recognize them as part of your life's Picture. This from public access television for drug addicts. Some of the most sound advice and best technique and he'd talked and trained with some of the greatest thinkers around the globe.
Outdone by a squat woman in a ratted turban and dusty overcoat. There were times that he truly believed the Universe was looking out for him. It was the last great thing that happened to him since he had the sudden urge for a little friend. Who'd turned out to be not so little.