Dolphus watched as the water and fruits was brought in, recognizing the barrel of hardtack he had acquired so long ago… No you idiot it was like a day or, or two days… What day is it again???
He had his reservations about actually consuming any of the food brought in, what with his stomach in seven different knots and his back broken and his ribs broken and his shoulder torn up and melted and his mind overly projecting outside things onto himself to a mentally unwell degree, but when Mariner commanded him to eat, he had to actively stop his hand from quickly snatching something up.
It wasn’t anything in Mariner’s voice outside of the general weariness and lack of patience in the moment that made him so willing to simply jump to the order. Any real preventative measure that would normally exist was simply depleted beyond comprehension; if Mariner told him to jump off the stern into the sea he would be halfway there before he realized what was going on.
However, more than any possible hunger, his lack of internal fluids due to dehydration suddenly drove itself into a maddening thirst. He had been crying his eyes out all day long, and his tongue felt as dry as the sand. Softly, he reached for the tantalizing jug of water…
There was some hesitation since Ari began wolfing down a square of hardtack and smashing through it with her sharp teeth so quickly that it seemed like she could bite through steel if she tried, but his journey to grasp the handle of the jug resumed…
…Just a moment too late, as he blinked at the area where the jug used to be, head and eyes slowly rotating in disbelief as Ari downed the entire thing in one go. He couldn’t help but let his lips part as his eyes and brow narrowed in annoyance.
Ari’s reply was barely legible due to the sheer quantity of hardtack in her mouth, but the general message got through. Dolphus stared in disbelief at the thumbs up he received, simply incapable of processing all the events that had occurred on top of the sudden and light attitude she was having towards the entire situation.
As she fled from the scene, the air in the room whooshed after her, leaving Dolphus alone with Mariner once again. In spite of the sudden contraction of his gut, he hesitantly picked up an orange, and being unable to pierce the peel clicked just enough of his sword out from its hilt to slice through it instead.
OOC: now time for more crying I presume