Gail takes the bottle back, glad that Gyre sounds at least a little better. He tries to dust his hair out of some sand as well but it seems like a lost cause. He needs a shower.

"Yeah uh, I'm really sorry about that. I got you covered in sand..." Gail said with a slight frown, before he blushed again. Gyre looked really proud of him?? And was encouraging?? He was going to die.

"I um, uh, thank you!! It's well, it wasn't supposed to go like this but, uh, I guess I did stop? Just, this isn't probably the best way to do that..."