Chihiro picked her way back over to him, looking for a place to sit down near his side. She wasn't all that convinced, but she wasn't interested in making that explicit, either. Instead, she carefully shrugged off her backpack. What a thrashing it had put up with, much like herself, but it survived the squishings better than she expected.

She pulled out a beaten up water bottle, grimacing when she first saw the damage. It still held water, though, which was the important part. She offered it over to Eiji, expression settling into something contemplative. Not withdrawn. She refused to exist outside of this present moment, which meant living firmly within it, too.

"Thirsty?"