She decided his physical need was the first one that needed to be dealt with and she nodded, standing up and going to the ensuite where she'd left a glass earlier. She filled it and brought it back, gently helping him to sit and holding the glass.
"It's April 12th," she told him, keeping her tone soft, not sure how long he'd been living in this hell. "I arrived in the city on March 5th. I felt like you were in danger a few times, but I didn't understand that it wasn't you that I was talking to every day and so I brushed it aside. Foolish, to ignore my own intuition for so long."