He moved himself, leaning against Addy for support, to take a sip of the water. Oh it felt good that his stomach had stopped trying to turn inside out. The water was soothing on his throat.
"We should eat," he croaked, reaching for the drawer and the second bread roll. It was a bit stale, but he broke it in half and gave some to Addy. It was a real effort not to scoff it all down. He tried to take small bites, savour it, make it last.