[Confusion was met with confusion and with it came a tendril of suspicion. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she took in the lack of parched, aching in the other person's voice, as she took in - essentially - the fact that this person didn't sound the way they looked. Again, that lurking sense of prudence whispered for them to 'go'. (Still, again, Kendis kept it in the backseat for now, shoving it backward as a reasonable explanation settled in their brain - they hadn't been in this place for long, but they'd definitely learned enough to see how elves reacted to things differently; maybe it was the same for thirst and dehydration - as they tentatively, yet assuredly, moved closer).
She sighed.] So, we can get you to safety. Are you lost? [If anyone could manage to sound as concerned as a fluttering butterfly and as exasperated as a clucking hen, it was Kendis. And they managed it clearly with the 'duh' unsaid yet at the tip of their tongue as they gently pressed their thermos into the person's hand.] Drink. [That was an order.] Carefully.
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She sighed.] So, we can get you to safety. Are you lost? [If anyone could manage to sound as concerned as a fluttering butterfly and as exasperated as a clucking hen, it was Kendis. And they managed it clearly with the 'duh' unsaid yet at the tip of their tongue as they gently pressed their thermos into the person's hand.] Drink. [That was an order.] Carefully.