He nodded in agreement. May as well drink the fill but keep tabs on this spot in case they were here for god knows how long and needed to fight dehydration. Hunger was a slow thing, but people could only go for days without water.

So reluctantly, he let go. Yet it seemed that, even in this landscape of purple and holo, the colors seemed to mute a little and that warm feeling in his core stop rising. It simply felt... even, bobbing like a cork.

"No bottles. But we can remember this spot just in case." Hopefully. He thought he was prints in the dust. If animals lived here, food, water and something more hopeful maybe lay in the wings.

Now he -really- wished he'd done some kind of survival club or something. Shit. he knew how to make a fire, but-

He moved for the water, unaware of the mild sheen of fresh-made glass lingering where his shoes had pressed.