[Henry presses his back against the earth wall, and wipes sweat from his brow with his forearm. Her voice is quiet, he notes, but not timid. Good.]
'Tis fine. Here -- accept this.
[He takes a half-filled waterskin from his belt, and holds it out to her in offering. While he does so, his gaze sweeps over her, assessing her condition. His brow furrows slightly.]
no subject
'Tis fine. Here -- accept this.
[He takes a half-filled waterskin from his belt, and holds it out to her in offering. While he does so, his gaze sweeps over her, assessing her condition. His brow furrows slightly.]
Are you well?