“Thank you,” Rawdon told her, and it was one of the most sincere thank you’s he’d ever spoken. Even if he died as soon as it wore off, at least for now he could remember how it had felt to be alive. He felt so dried out from the lack of drinking and the reduced kidney function, so he drank the water on her word. It was worth the risk, cool and soothing where his throat felt red raw.
Rawdon followed her gesture. He wasn’t surprised that he hadn’t noticed the other man before now, he could barely focus beyond the end of his nose with the fever. Still, he was a little wary. He didn’t know who the man was really, and if it was a temporary assistance he really didn’t want it anymore. If they were there to euthanise him, however, he’d consent wholeheartedly.