Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-30014014-20180618015728

Prad somewhat brightens up at hearing his speak, hastening on displaying the two other canteens he had available "Well, if you need more at one point, I don't mind sharing them with you, sir".

A rare manifestation of a since long dried well that was a sentiment akin to happiness briefly sprays over his face, forgetting the hallowed land that surrounds them for a moment. There was no monster. No desolate land. No tension among the group's more prideful members, no imminent harrowing battle. There was none of this...

...but joy. But of course, he knew such a feeling will dry up in mere minutes. Prad simply wanted to make the most of this sentiment before it became alien to him again. The warmth of gratitude from someone who, in this isolation, he looked up to. The only one to provide any word of advice.