She is murmuring words as he moves to push her into a stand. He doesn't make sense of it, just yet. Maybe it was delirium setting in from being in such a poor state. So he dismisses it for now.
Slowly she rises and leans against him for support. He cannot image the distress she is in both physically and mentally, but clearly something is horribly wrong. He allows her to use himself as a crutch. Slowly they begin to traverse down the sandy beaches and cross into a grassy plain harbored on the island. Following his nose to where he is certain there is fresh water. It couldn't be far.
His silver-hazel eyes scan the terrain to find a trickling spring flowing into a decent sized pond. He nearly smiles in satisfaction as it comes into view, "There it is Kylin. Fresh water. Let's get something to drink and maybe wash that smell off you...then we can chat a bit, huh? That sound good."
Soon they are at the waters edge. He allows her to drink first. Eyes watching for anything out of place or if this Kharon should show up, he'd be ready to kick the piss out of whoever it was...
@[Kylin]