"Yeah, there's water in the bag," Much said, one arm around said bag. It was a big one - a proper tramping pack - and Much had packed and unpacked it so many times he could feel the weight in his hand of every item inside just by thinking about it. There was water, there were first aid supplies, there was ever manner of survival equipment he could fit in there. It was heavy as fuck and it reassured Much more than anything else could. "Even got a couple of rehydration sachets," Much told Tuck, because when you'd been scouring the country for inspiration about off the grid living you spent a bit of time on forums for preppers and everyone swore by rehydration sachets.
"How bad are the Will's hurt?" he asked quietly, listening to Will's thin singing in the background. "Scarlett sounds like he's, um, losing it a bit."