Iestyn hadn't slept much. The floor was cold and hard, and his body ached from trying to stay still and support Henry in his time of need. He managed to doze off in snatches, but eventually he had to move, because his muscles were screaming.
He hadn't gone far though before Henry was stirring, and he winced at having woken him. "I'm here," he said, his one throat just as dry and croaky. He cleared it, and turned back to bend over Henry in concern. "Should I help you up? Can you make it to the toilet?"