( McCoy brings the bowl up for her so she won't have to stoop, its mouth tipped so she can reach between the bars herself. If it drips across his pants, he says nothing, just lets her get on with the cooling ablution, keeping one eye out for any unwelcome visitors. )
I'll come back with water, and something more fortifying than the slop these fools make.
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I'll come back with water, and something more fortifying than the slop these fools make.