That's it, she's dragging him along into her respiteblock, onto the pile she's made. It's a haphazard mess, full of blankets, a mattress, pillows, and some of the pink-red leaves she went back and plucked off the land she had come in on. It lacks the personal touch, too much curling up, not enough preparing for something she didn't think was going to really happen. She gently nudges him onto it, making sure to put him on the softest parts.

"Drink Psii. Shooosh, just drink the water." She pushes it to his lips, trying to coax a few drops down his throat at least.