Upon trying, she found that she could.
"Yeah...I just...hurt a lot...are you ok otherwise?" She cautiously touched his thigh.
"Can you feel that?"
Ooooh she was pissed at Ipsen...but why did he let him die only to do whatever the fuck he had just done?
She slowly got up, wincing in pain, and made her way over to the kitchen and grabbed two glasses of water.
She half walked, half limped back to Lowen.
"Let me help you sit up," she said, setting the glasses of water down.
She gently dragged him over to the couch, and gently let him rest on that. It was, at least, softer than the ground.
She brought him a glass of water.
"You should drink this," she gently urged, holding it out to him.