"What do you think you're doing?!" Philinos hissed, his face cold and his eyes blazing with fury. He gripped the hilt of his blade, mustering his last shred of reason to keep from drawing it in front of Gu Ning.
Wanai said nothing. He took the last two bottles of water from his backpack, poured them both into the pot, and placed it on the stove to heat.
"The faucet by the shelter outside still works." Wanai glanced at the young female, who was shivering uncontrollably but still glaring at him. He broke open a nearby wooden crate with his bare hands, added the wood to the stove to make the fire burn brighter. "The valve's a little rusty, so let the water run for a bit."
"And a word of warning: don't get water from anywhere else, and don't even think about finding reinforcements. Otherwise, you'll just be asking to die."
"Rinse the bucket out while you're at it," he added.
