Haunted Wood no one hurts this pretty girl but her

He sniffed hard, reaching for composure, willing that no more tears slide down his cheek. His sour personality and pessimism on the best of days made it all the more difficult for him now, to believe that they would get out, that if they could not run they would be found. But he said nothing more, and in silence he chewed his cheek.

"Have you had enough water?" she asked, and he shifted his mouth. He had to think on this, for his mind had been so consumed with fear that he scarcely noticed his own thirst. "I could use a drink," he murmured, realizing that his tongue felt pasty and seemed to stick to his mouth. His mother and sister had brought him water and food before now, but he had consumed little of either.