The hunter moved about the infirmary quickly, but not frantically. He didn't really know where he could find something for the warrior to drink, but he was going to try. He fumbled in cupboards and looked at the labels of tonic and different medicines until he came upon something that the man could actually drink: liquor. It was clear and when the hunter popped the cork, it smelled strong. He bit the inside of his cheek as he thought about it for a moment, but finally decided that if it didn't do anything else helpful it might at least help the man sleep.
Pouring some of it into the bowl he had given the dried luxure in before, Noah turned back towards Deimos' cot. "Oh!" He exclaimed, though quite quietly, before rushing back over to the man's side and pushing him more upright without a second thought. "Here," He said, extending the bowl with the clear liquor in it. "How else do you feel? What else do you feel?" If there was anything else the hunter could do for him, he wanted to do it.
