Story timidly reached out and took the bottle of water. So strange, the things men make...it was rather convenient, though, a container to transport water, in a world so without it. She worked on the cap, and after a few struggles, she realized the thing twisted.
Oh, yes. Too strange. She opened the bottle, and thankfully poured the cool water over her face. She only used a little--as it was hard to come by--but it was enough to make her feel a little more comfortable.
Story looked up as he spoke about her wounds...and called himself a Healer. Oh, could he really be? Perhaps this -was- a place of her world...Story lowers her legs and sat up some.