Two Eyes Cenote what I’ve done

He let out a small whine as he was lifted again, but he'd fight through it; despite the meekness of him, he had a spirit that tried as it could to remain unbroken. He tried not to whine the second time he was set down, he didn't want them to think he wasn't grateful. Round ears perked to listen as he was addressed; faces he knew, but failed to remember.

At least they spoke to him gently.

..m.'okay.. He mumbled out, lifting his chin to drink what was given. 

Soon there would be relief. First in many days. It felt like longer, felt like he'd grown a decade in the last few weeks. He wanted them to stay, looked their direction as the two filed a little further away from where he could hear.

He still hadn't gotten to say thank you. Likely, he wouldn't for a while more yet, the drink made his eyelids heavy.