Sable finds him beautiful as well -- not just in a sexual way, but in a way that feels like something primal, some connection older than human thought that is instinctive and necessary.
She slides behind him and pulls him to lie back against her. She slowly uses just one cupped hand to scoop the hot, scented water over his hair and chest and shoulders.
"Water's a good start. Baby, you need to try to eat something, though. I don't care if it's just a pretzel stick... I know I probably couldn't choke down much more than that either... but you do need to, love. If you really can't keep it down, I can give you an IV. I've got all that in the extra closet..."