[ He's concerned about her still, but he's relieved that the most pressing injury seems to have been dealt with. He kneels to scoop up the bag and digs in it until he pulls out the water and he passes it over to her without a second thought. He listens to her as he does, his brow furrowed in a frown of concentration. At the very least she's alive and still mobile. But the loss of that particular fight does seem deeply unfortunate. ]

Here.

[ He takes a breath. ]

That can't be helped. We'll simply have to find a way to retrieve it... or focus on another object, if we can. There's more than one way to win this fight.

[ Because this is a fight. Or at least a competition. ]

I don't think we know where Zenith has made camp yet, though...