It was good fortune then, that he had been found by such a nice person. In life people often took things for granted. He almost had just there. Ali thought to himself 'of course I would not die there. Of course a pretty woman finds me and brings me back to health.' As if the stuff of dreams not only could but should happen. However, he intellectually understood that was silly to expect. He put on a congenial smile, though he did not look well enough to walk. Not yet at least. He still felt a bit dizzy, and the wounds had barely been tended to. 

"Thank you," He said softly, taking the water she offered with both hands. He did his best to keep his hands from shaking, and he did a good job of it for the most part. He was aware of her eyes on him, and for some reason he felt self conscious. It was silly, considering she had seen most of his upper naked body and helped carry him here, bleeding.

He had never felt so good, quenching his thirst. The water was cold and pleasing, disappearing down his throat so quickly he almost didn't believe it was gone. A drop or two rolled down his chin and onto his well-formed chest, curling over the definition of his physique. Ali wasn't a laborer, but he was young and strong, often helping his family with chores and carrying heavy packages miles up the road. 

He set the glass down, catching his breath. Wow, he really was fatigued. Still, Ali made sure he wouldn't immediately close his eyes. "I'm Ali. Alidren Baldyr, but just call me Ali." He said with a wan smile, shrugging. He regretted the action, pain shooting through his body, the bandages on him stretching a bit. His eyes widened and he grunted from the pain, but continued to talk with a strained voice. "It's lovely to meet you, miss...?" 

He sounded like he had been smoking a pipe all his life. Smooth.