Sunbeam Lair my face will be painted in these white brick lines

He sucks in a deep breath as the other wolf draws closer, struggling to conjure up the sense of familiarity he knows he should feel; instead he feels anxious, uncertain, and incredibly undeserving. There is gratitude lurking somewhere there, too, as Mahler begins to question him, and he finds himself clinging to that. Um... a week? He guesses, stifling another cough. I... don't remember when I had water last. A couple days ago? He is thirsty, now that he thinks about it, and he's not sure why he didn't think about it before. Hungry, too — but all he's been able to focus on is how tired and feverish he feels.