our dead drink the sea

Levi was far from impressed. He stared blankly at her little outburst, thinking that for someone who had nearly drowned she did seem to be fine with wasting so much breath. Her next words had a little more substance to them, which Levi found somewhat more tolerable, though the deep and resounding sigh he let out didn't say as much. She was fortunate his companion often carried supplies on him, namely a flask of water. He wasn't one to share, but it wasn't as if he was in dire need of a drink right now.

Letting out a sharp bark, that was enough to bring his black hound to heel. Levi took the flask from the shiba inu before dismissing him with a curt flick of his tail. Nothing the dog wasn't used to by this point.

"Here." And then Levi proceeded to throw it at Echo, none too kindly and with a bit too much force to be considered socially acceptable.