He furrowed his brows and pulled out a small canteen from his breast pocket. “Take it,” he said as he shoved it at her. “It’s fresh, I can promise you that.” He pushed some air out of his nose. “And for godsakes, I am a goblin, not a monster like the men you escaped from back there. The least you can do for me is get a hold of yourself.”
He had to at least keep up some kind of gruff facade; He couldn’t go all soft-hearted now.
She hugged the canteen to her chest when he shoved it at her, eyebrows raised. “Goblins are monsters, it’s what I’ve been taught since I was naught but a toddling lass.” She fumbled with the cap and took small sips to test it, and because she didn’t trust herself to drink too quickly. “I’m sorry,” she said said after a moment, gazing down the opening at the water rippling inside. “I’ve had a long journey. I haven’t slept. I need men–I can fend for myself against one but not a group. If I’m to be ambushed again…” She took another sip then started to drink to actually cool herself and relax.
