Iestyn felt like he had a head full of bees. It was so hard to think cohesively around the white noise of trauma and fear, and he looked up slowly, staring at Henry as he tried to catch up with what he said. "... plan? Plan for- plan-" he murmured, looking around. Plan for what? For living? How could they plan for anything other than the starving and the pain he knew would surely come?
"I- I- I remember being thirsty," he said, looking at the sink. Could they plug it somehow? "I remember-" He remembered Addy, soaked, so hurt and scared.