Howard's lost track of what's going on, but he can feel Cedric moving his head and as soon as he feels cool water in his mouth, he snaps a little back to reality. He's on a couch, feeling like he's been hit by a truck. So much for pretending to be alright. He swallows the rest of the water on the plate and weakly mumbles for more.

Cedric would make an okay medic, he thinks. A good one, even, given enough time.

Focus.

He wonders how much water they have. If it's enough, maybe they can use it to rinse the burns and infected injuries. Maybe they can find antibiotics here. Maybe, maybe, maybe. He tries to sit up and slides back, deciding that while he probably could, he's not going to waste energy on that.

Even that little bit of water has helped a lot.

He can't keep lying to Cedric that he's okay, but it comes too naturally to him. He reaches and hand out and tugs at Cedric's hand. "Don't leave. I just need a few minutes."

He's worried that if he can't keep up, Cedric will abandon him.