"Ohhh...!" Rodya moaned softly, putting his hands to his face, as if hoping to block out the fairly mild light that was still streaming from the ceiling. He almost seemed to be responding to Amelie, of course, given the timing of his moan, in line with the explanation for "Neverland" as a name for the island.... Indeed, he eyed her suspiciously through his fingers slightly parted over his eyes, as if he was unsure whether or not to trust what she was saying; after all, the idea of Neverland -- hell, the very AUTHOR of the idea -- was not even a lewd glimmer in his father's eyes yet when Rodya had been stolen up for this island's amusement...!
In fact, he made another weak moan before he finally spoke words again, these ones in Russian at first: "Dah, dah, please, give me some water....!" He grimaced apologetically at Amelie's obvious confusion, written all over her face as he spoke in his native tongue, and repeated the request, in English this time... "Some water, please... Just a small -- er -- cup of water, I think the term is....?" What he really meant was a small basin, as in the type that one might hold up to a person's mouth as they were taking sick to their stomach, but... well, hopefully this girl will understand the difference....!