"Being dehydrated is part of what's making you feel like this, and I bet you're sick of that, too," Ratchet says reasonably as he sits next to her on the bedroll and braces her against his shoulder so she can lean back against him, one arm still around her as he lifts a canteen to her mouth, his grip careful. "Just a couple of sips, see how that goes, all right? Then I'll stop harassing you for now."