I gave him his first drink of water as a free man. I didn't think much of it at the time; he was coughing and trying to be quiet about it, and I passed him the small jug of water I kept strapped to my thigh. It was pure reflex-- I didn't want to help him, and I almost took it back.
He took it from my hands before I could, and he jerked the cap from it with shaking hands, and he swallowed, swallowed, swallowed-- water was dribbling down his whiskers, but he didn't even notice.
I followed the drops with my eyes as the fell to his chest, scowling.
"That water's gotta last me until we get out of here," I snapped.
He jerked the jug from his mouth and coughed apologetically, holding it out to me. I snatched it from him, replacing it at my thigh.
"How was it?" Balthier called from ahead.
"Sweet," he said.
"Mm. Rabanastran water usually is."