Helping or trying

With out warning Silika plopped to the ground with her bag sitting cross legged like a child digging through the bag it carried. Eyes darting to be sure it wasn't being watched before taking out a water skin. Crafted by daft hands as it didn't seem to be likely to ever leak, holding it to her ear and giving it a shake to check the contents she offered him a sip of the water inside. Before popping a few more random berries in her mouth. "Shh...air..." they tried to communicate. Silika grasped the language hearing people speak it and knowing the sound of the words but its kind never used words they had other ways to speak. Though none were left. Despite his coldness Silika was attempting to be friendly their people always shared with each other it's how they survived.