Firion is quick to retrieve the water skin, reaching over to take the man's hand and place it there, rising it up to his lips. "You'll feel better if you sip it. Do you require aid? My magic isn't as good as I would like it, but I can mend minor wounds if you need it."

He looked like ready to have a panic attack, though, honestly. Firion wasn't sure what to do about those, but perhaps it was caused by an injury? Maybe? He didn't know where this man was before so unless he was told, he would just do what he could.