[ It takes her time to drop her hand away, finishes pushing his hair back just a little. But gone again, eventually.

Though it ought to be the end of conversation and outwardly it probably is, but it would look strange to anyone else looking on if they just stared in silence so she finds reasons to stay then. Nodding at the bottle of water with an encouraging look. ]

Small sips, just in case you throw up, sir. When you're ready, there's a medical team that will look you over.

[ Holds it out to him, letting him take it. ]

( This isn't just protest anymore. This is organised violence. It's a lot to think about. )