Diane stopped walking right away and held out her hand. "Give me my bag," she demanded, each ounce of her new Alpha authority pressed into those words.
"Diane , I'm—"
"Tryson, you seem to be like you're about to topple. Give me my bag!"
He sighed, but did as she said, embarrassed by means of the alleviation he felt.
She shook her head and pulled the one waterskin she'd packed out of her bag and surpassed it to him. "Drink. Right now. The total thing."
"If I drink all of that now it'll just come proper back up," he said, taking it from her. "I want to sip it whilst we walk."
Diane 's lips thinned. "Fine. Then… hold drinking. You go some thing tempo you can stand and I'll follow."
He nodded and started walking again, sighing towards the ache in his body, and the weakness of his knees
