Cedric does as asked, tucking the first aid kit in the crook of his arms and securing another cup of water for both of them. He hurries it back to Howard's side, helping him take another drink.

"No, no." He passes the kit over when Howard seems ready, quietly taking a drink. Cedric's never been so pleased to have real water before. It pleasantly lacks (much) taste.

"Alright, what've we got?"