Addy's brow creased with worry and she leaned forward to push his hair out of his eyes. "I'll get you some water," she whispered. She grabbed his glass and dipped it into the tub, filling it up. She took a swig first, ignoring the taste. All she cared about was moistening her burning throat. "Here, Iestyn," she went to his side, trying to prop him up. "You have to help me, love."