Every sip was worth its weight in gold, the most precious treasure, water...

-Ghg!-Cyno is choking in greedy impatience, but you help him support his head while the flask knocks against the general's teeth with a slight noise. The scorching desert sun has finally stopped burning his eyes, finally the shadow, but he is still dizzy, everything will melt

-Why are you helping me?-It's hard for him to even raise himself on his elbows, but he tries, tries to look at his savior, at his oasis with clarity