[ She's obedient to the lead, because - it feels better than expected, when he pushes his fingers into her hair, holding it up and out of her way. For a second, she's just a newborn animal under his fingers, going docile to the hold of it. Mourns it in turn when it goes, even if it is to help her. A soft pitiable noise that turns to follow it.
Still, she takes the bottle of water with numb fingers, bringing it up to her lips, takes a mouthful, feels it wash away the acid and bile before she spits it out. Then takes another to just drink. Put something back in her stomach. After that she stands with him, her fingers wrapping around his. She does not mind to be lead, at least for now. ]
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Still, she takes the bottle of water with numb fingers, bringing it up to her lips, takes a mouthful, feels it wash away the acid and bile before she spits it out. Then takes another to just drink. Put something back in her stomach. After that she stands with him, her fingers wrapping around his. She does not mind to be lead, at least for now. ]