Henry nodded. "Please?" he said, letting Iestyn help him with the water. A cold cloth on his face would feel so good against the swelling and the heat of the pain. "Is there any more food?" They had been slowly working their way through the fries, since they were likely to spoil last, even if they tasted terrible all cold and soggy. Henry was so hungry now he didn't care what they tasted like. "I'm so hungry."