"Quick bring me my mascara," Claire croaked out because even now she wasn't letting him get one over her. Well not that kind of thing over her anyway, maybe a leg. Whoops, lucky she hadn't gone and said that out loud.
Claire managed not to dump the water on herself and she finished the glass- she was a very good patient thanks. Lucky his hands were there and she relinquished her hold on the cup when she was done. Even after a full glass of water her lips felt dry and she licked them, swallowing down a wave of nausea.
His offer had her huffing something resembling a laugh and she clutched her ribs again. "I thought you'd never ask," Claire told him. "The sheets are clean, I changed them a few days ago." Unless he made a habit of rolling around in the dirt or rubbing sweat into them it'd be fine.