[Reluctantly, with a grimace at his surroundings, he pulls out a water bottle to slowly sip away at. His stomach churns at swallowing anything in this place with a pang of sharp pain, pulled from the depths of an awful memory. But he knows what the Cat says is true. To his credit, he seems to have his gag reflex on a tight leash, even if he very clearly forces the first few sips down.

He distracts himself with the Cat's offer. A cat's purring is relaxing, but between the tablet and the fact that he never fell asleep to a cat's purr, he doesn't immediately get it.]

Help? How so?