Garrot barely waits for that paper ball to land before he bolts upright and snatches the container. Their first day on the island, he ran around chasing a monster in scorching sun while wearing a full suit and being, well, really fuzzy. His body was even more in need of water this time! As the container is brought to his lips he just starts tilting it a bit, with the limitless constitution of someone who spent his adulthood doing keg stands of grain alcohol. After a downright awkward amount of time guzzling, Garrot finally stops to take a breath.

And then he dumps some of the water on his head before finally dropping the container back onto the ground. The doctor turns his drenched form to face Xaljim, taking three... deep... breaths.

"You should've told me." Garrot's voice is still hoarse and exhausted and affected by his congested sinuses, but at least like this, about to stink of soggy bugbear, the little monkey can't see him crying. Xaljim's betrayal is almost as bad as the Protector's. Almost.