Patrick half-mumbled his understanding as George carried him. Wrath carried the water in and waited for them. She was trying not to scream at George that she was just doing her job. He was likely a little distracted.
Wrath had looked Patrick over before she rescued and she knew the word 'drunk' was carved into the skin of his torso many times. He had gashes on his back and his wrists had angry, red circles around them from ropes. He was bruised all over, and far skinnier than he should have been. "Should I pour the water into something?" she asked, a little confused.