Vervain
Vai helps him to sit, providing guiding hands along his back and shoulders, keeping him balanced when he's finally upright. Only when she's sure he won't slump over does she move to take the canteen of fresh water from her belt, unscrewing it to offer it out to the Flood. "Not too much at once," she cautions. "You might want to rinse your mouth out first. I can heal but I can't clean up the blood." It's easier to stay clinical at first, and if Sunjata needs it then she'll be there, as well, to help tilt his head back, to guide the water to his lips.
"Gods, everyone thinks you are dead," she whispers - to look at him he does seem almost like a ghast or a ghoul dragged up from the deep. "They've been looking for you since it all happened." On the shoreline, on the cliffs, everywhere. "Sunny, I'm so sorry." Vai's repeating herself, but it's all there is to say. She's sorry for doubting him, sorry for his pain, sorry for everything.
"Gods, everyone thinks you are dead," she whispers - to look at him he does seem almost like a ghast or a ghoul dragged up from the deep. "They've been looking for you since it all happened." On the shoreline, on the cliffs, everywhere. "Sunny, I'm so sorry." Vai's repeating herself, but it's all there is to say. She's sorry for doubting him, sorry for his pain, sorry for everything.
