"I ain't got time to explain," Galen said, darting to the vacant grass bed on the other side of the tent. The second he got Celia away from the door, she took a sudden, sharp inhale as though a clamp just released from her throat.
"Water," she gasped, fighting with her next breath.
"Right away!" He pulled his pack off and threw his rifle aside to remove that weight off his back. With fumbling hands he then managed to pull his canteen off his combat webbing, spin off the lid, and then bring it to her cracking lips, "Here, drink."
The Elf desperately lapped up the water as it drained into her mouth. When he tilted the canteen down to slow the stream, she pushed it back up to get as much as she could before she suddenly choked. A sudden cough sent a surge of water spraying from her mouth a
