Ventus snatched the water skin from the woman's grasp as quickly as he could and drank until he could handle no more. As he'd expected, the water did little to quench his thirst, but it was a pleasant distraction. He did not suspect poison or foul play, not after being rescued from a humiliating defeat, but still refused the offering of food from his apparent ally with a gentle wave of his hand. 

	"Who are you, and where have you taken me?" Ventus grunted, dropping the water skin to the floor. "Where is this camp?" Speaking helped, having anything to set his mind to did wonders for him. But how long could he go on like this?