Azwel looks at it for a moment. "They want us to forget," he murmurs. He slowly reaches out a hand and takes the water bottle. His fingers hover over the pills for a beat, then he appears to make a decision and picks one up. "I don't think I can forget, but... on the off chance it works...." He shrugs and places it in his mouth, then gulps down about half the bottle. Oh, that's... really nice.

He hands the bottle to Vash. "Have some water, whether you take that pill or not," he says, his usual half-smile flickering at the corner of his mouth for a moment.

Slowly, he leaves the bed and gathers his clothing. It's going to take him a while to pull it all back on, and when he's done he's so wobbly-legged that he flops into the chair.