[Another deep breath. She counts to three in her head and then slowly lowers her hand from her face as her other one reaches out to take the canteen.
Okay. Water. Slowly, she straightens up enough to take a sip. It helps a little, if not with the nausea then with clearing the phantom sensation of something in her throat. After another few clearing sips, she opens her mouth and speaks quietly, following a beat of hesitation. Her eyes are still unfocused and the sickly pallor persists.] ...thanks.
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Okay. Water. Slowly, she straightens up enough to take a sip. It helps a little, if not with the nausea then with clearing the phantom sensation of something in her throat. After another few clearing sips, she opens her mouth and speaks quietly, following a beat of hesitation. Her eyes are still unfocused and the sickly pallor persists.] ...thanks.