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[The man wandering up looks pristine save for some muss in his very long hair, and no one could blame her if she thinks he hasn't been doing much at all. The simple truths are that neither his sword nor the coat that function as his armor let bodily fluids cling to them, and also he's a little vain.]

I think we're running out of them, actually. Which is good. I'm starving.

[He accepts the bottle of water with a grateful smile, using his first small gulp to rinse his mouth out.]