[Hector's eyes find Isaac, sitting up of his own power, and seemingly in better shape than Hector (though that doesn't seem hard). Hector lets his head slump back down. He heaves out a long breath.
The pounding of his head is killing him, and his lungs feel heavy, every breath labored.
Closing his eyes, he raises one hand and waves it in the vague direction where he thinks he left the supplies he picked up yesterday.]
...so....breakfast?
[It comes out in a croak. Honestly, all he wants is maybe a gallon of water, to drink or to drown himself in, he's still undecided. But he bought that damned slanina for Isaac, and Isaac will eat it if it kills him.]
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The pounding of his head is killing him, and his lungs feel heavy, every breath labored.
Closing his eyes, he raises one hand and waves it in the vague direction where he thinks he left the supplies he picked up yesterday.]
...so....breakfast?
[It comes out in a croak. Honestly, all he wants is maybe a gallon of water, to drink or to drown himself in, he's still undecided. But he bought that damned slanina for Isaac, and Isaac will eat it if it kills him.]