❝ Here. ❞
A plastic bottle of water is offered to the figure sitting on the curb near the street, a small smile on Aladdin’s face. It wasn’t strange to see people like this given what had happened. Noting the tail, it simply furthered the idea this person was reeling from the latest events within the city-- ongoing events, given the clash between fire and lava courtesy of one known to him and a stranger. Truthfully, the entire White Fang business reminded him of the clashes between magicians and other races-- the violence, abuse and sheer hatred humans had held towards other creatures had been disgusting to see. His Father had fought to change that, but apparently it was a constant in every world.
❝ You don’t look too great there, mister. Getting dehydrated on top of everything else happening wouldn’t be good, so drink up okay? ❞
