They throb, like he can feel his pulse running through them constantly. It's a little disconcerting but he doesn't think they're deep enough to worry. He's definitely had more serious injuries than this before.

He grabs hold of Maine's arm when it's offered and lets Maine do most of the work of pulling him up. His muscles scream at him for the change in position after so long spent with little movement. He wobbles precariously for a moment, feeling like all of the blood is shifting in his body. and leaving him light-headed. He keeps hold of Maine's arm for balance until it passes and then takes a step which mercifully lands and he doesn't keel over.

The water is taken with a grateful smile. He opens the bottle and has to force himself not to guzzle the whole thing. That doesn't usually end well, so he keeps it to small sips until he doesn't feel like his mouth is full of gravel. "Thanks," he says, and keeps clutching the bottle like it's some sort of lifeline.

"You..." he looks between them. "They're not right. Something's wrong with them."