>Drink. If possible.
>Can we hear said brook?
>If not, "Good ears."
>You accept the canteen and fumble the cap off, pressing it against your lips and tilting back your head shakily. The cool sensation of the water against your parched throat spurs on primal instincts, and you have to restrain yourself from gulping down more than you have breath left in you. As it is, you almost have another coughing fit.
>You cannot hear any running water from here.
>Taking a quick breath, you squeak out a compliment. The ears in question perk up, and Kyouko smiles faintly, but says "Well, I couldn't hear it from
here, either. I just took a little stroll while you were sleeping. I didn't expect you to be awake so soon," she adds, frowning.