[ Unfortunately he's chosen to get involved with the stupidly stubborn creature that Silco is, so not only does he not drink, after a baleful glare he actively rolls over in the other direction and pulls the blankets up past his ears, hunching into them childishly. He'd rather die of dehydration than submit to being looked after. Squeezes his eyes shut against a pounding headache, not willing to strain himself shouting a third time. ]
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