Noah swallowed the water in his mouth before speaking out into the lingering darkness. “No, it's fine,” he said in plain rejection. “I was joking anyway. I'm just being... dramatic. It doesn't really hurt that much.”

He was looking readily at Elann's moving figure in the darkness, watching her face light up as the wick flickered briefly to life. Eventually she did get the lantern lit up, to which he had to forcibly contract his pupils in order for them not to flooded by what was a bright light to his sensitive eyes, bright where once no light resided. He blinked a few times to reset his sights entirely before looking to Elann with refreshed eyes, bringing the cup up for another sip in case she had something to say in reply.

Noah was fine with his water, knowing he needed to drink way more than Elann did – at least two good drinks a day. He hadn't gotten that entirely since they started on the trip and it was really beginning to wear on him. It was beginning to show as well in the lack of motivation to maintain his appearance and how sluggish he had been, injury or none. Aimee hadn't shown the same degrading way, but Noah's morale had began to dip and would've dipped continuously regardless of if him and Elann were fighting or if he had never been injured. The fighting and injuries only added a quickening to how steeply his moods would go. He was beyond ready to be in Zeltiva.