The sound brought a smile to Oliver's lips, but for a heartbeat it was sad, thinking of the nickname "Duck" he'd had for a time, and how he'd gotten it. He brushed it off a second later as he braced both arms against the mattress, chuckling into Edwin's hair. "Yeah, you are."
He managed to slip away, crouching next to the side of the bed next to Edwin's legs as he began working the ties on the man's shoes. "How you feelin' right now, elf? Think you could drink some more water if I get you some?"