Leo almost argues, but in the end he sighs and nods, bringing the bottle back to his lips and taking a drink. Not a very big drink, but at least some goes down.

It feels good, going down his throat. More of his smaller cuts and scrapes mend themselves as the water makes its way down. The cracks and holes in his shell stay right where they are, though.

"Here," he says when he's done, holding it over again. "You should drink, too."