"I hadn't thought the tremor to be quite that strong," William mused, more to himself than her.
He started to ask after the students, but. First things first. Right. Water. William offered Mercedes his arm for support and led them to the steps of his house, a small but two-storey affair with a little yard just down the street from where they had met. He quickly went to get some water from the kettle. Not quite stream fresh, but safe enough to drink.
"I'm sorry," he said when he returned, holding the mug out to her. "I'm afraid I'm a little short on crockery at the like; this is the best I could do."