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Tsurai hastily got up, hearing the sound. He took two steps forward before going back for the shovel and then running over to Isiah with it.

"Holy crap! I didn't think it would actually happen!" He shoved his own shovel in the ground and put all his weight into it.

It was slow, but Tsurai couldn't just sit around; he was excited.
For about ever ten shovels Isiah did, Tsurai got in one.. But it was good enough for him.

He laughed. "No. You do it. I'll go tell Braeden."

Tsurai tossed the shovel back and moved for the rope ladder.

"Don't over-exert yourself. You could still get heat stroke again," Tsurai said, hastily, before bounding up the ladder like a monkey and running to where he'd last seen Braeden.

He was so ... Happy, for lack of better wording, that instead of stopping when he saw the Denzien, Tsurai ran into him, resulting in him falling on his a** after bouncing backward.

Putting his hand to his head, he gave a weak groan, recovering before finally saying, "We.. Er... Isiah.. He did it. That dangerous weakling of your's found water!"

Of course, his head was still spinning, so he wasn't ready to get up quite yet, and decided to stay on the ground.

Tsurai jogged back to the tunnel, Braeden on his heels.
"Is - iah!" he called, after the kappa's short conversation piece, "Throw the duffelbag up before it gets wet!"

He laid on his stomach and let his arm drop down. He was getting pretty used to this one handed thing. Thank God it wasn't his dominant arm that had been mutilated.

Tsurai, still on the ground and in a rather precarious position, didn't think much about the consequences when he said, "Who's going to eat who, now, Braeden?" with a smirk.

"Heh." Tsurai pulled up the duffelbag and sat down, bag in his lap.
He took out the water, or what was left of it, and began drinking thirstily.

Since they had found water, and Tsurai had given up his share for Isiah, now it was time to cure his parchment.

Of course, actually drinking left his stomach roiling with hunger. Yet, that organ hurt from trying to digest itself, so even though he was hungry, he didn't feel like he could eat anything. So he didn't bother with the solids, and kept on with the water.

Moments later, Tsurai realized what a spectacle he must've been, so forced himself to stop, even though the container was only a few drips from being empty. He gave a weary smile.
"... Sorry. Thirst got the better of me, I guess."

He put the canteen back in the bag and zipped it up quickly.
"So... How about that shelter you promised us? We should get out of here before the crowd comes."

Tsurai put the suffel's strap over his shoulder, but wasn't ready to get up just yet.

Tsurai, once in Braeden's place, turned the duffel bag so it was on his stomach, and let himself fall onto his back, on the ground.

"I didn't think it woul deven happen," He said, talking about the water-striking.
"Thanks, Isiah."

The eighteen year old re-adjusted the duffelbag so it could be his pillow.
"You tired?" Tsurai was, but he was always tired. Probably from lack of food.

"Food! Oh. Hey. You should eat," He said, sitting up and unzipping the duffelbag.

Tsurai frowned and laid back down on the duffelbag. "I'm not hungry," he pouted.
"Besides... I'm good at... Not eating. I'm sure you aren't. And in this heat. You haven't really recovere dfrom yesterday. And it's easier to get exausted after you've had heat stroke once."

He let out a sigh. "And anyway, I'd just be wasting food. I'm pretty useless, even when I had both arms."