[It's probably for the best Freddie hid. The fight is furious and quick. There are grunts and inhuman shrieks of pain, then the sound of water splashing out of the canteen. Namur dumps all of it over his face, scrubbing away the excess. Even though Freddie's still hidden, he moves right toward him anyway.]

Thanks, man. 'M good for a bit, but I gotta find that creek. Still ain't got the guts t' use the damned gun, huh?

[He tosses him back the canteen- though now it's kind of smeared with watered down ichor.]

C'mon then. Yer better off takin' yer chances with me rather'n them shifty faced bastards. 'M full anyway. Gonna hafta be sick 'gain if I get in 'nother fight, damn it.

[At least he can smell well enough to note the water not far off. Namur heads that direction, favoring his right side a little but not exactly limping. It's hard to say if any of the slick blood covering his shirt is his or not.]