Athran reached after the cup, letting the water slowly flow into his mouth. He drank half of it, then dropped back down, his eyes searched for his armor that the healers took away.
"No... Give it back... It's personal... Give it back to me! Please... Don't touch it..." Letting strangers see him without his clothes was the last thing he'd wish for, but he didn't have the strength to fight the hands that took off his bracers, gauntlets, coat, belt, scarf, and everything else. It traveled with him many miles, and not to be touched by some peasants! There were weapons, precious weapons concealed within the fabrics...
"Can you... Give me back my armour?" he whispered. He felt that his body stopped burning, but he still felt the pain, especially from the wound on his arm. Falling onto stones hurts. Falling onto someone's sword hurts more.
He let out a long sigh. Nobody was responding to his requests. If he at least had some food... If I had food, I'd throw up right here, right now. It wasn't a good idea to eat a meal after two days of dry bread, especially if one is feeling like after a wild night in the inn.
He tried to grab the arm of the woman, bending above him, but the pain kicked in, and instead, he just dropped his hand back onto the ground. "Please... My armour... I want it back." He was desperate to get it back, no matter how many times he will have to ask.