The golden bauble is forgotten in Arche's lap as he wearily shifts, but by its faint glow still seems to be doing its work. Archeval reaches out with a shaky nod to accept the items, throwing back some of the water right away. Has lukewarm well water ever tasted so good? It's a little bit heavenly going down his parched throat, and he lets his eyes fall closed for a moment with a bone-deep sigh.

"Thank you," he murmurs at last. Receding adrenaline has him a little more shaky now, but it's an immense relief to be able to sit down. That thought flits over to recall everyone who must still be struggling outside, and he realizes it surely had to be Lan Wangji who hauled him in here -- unsurprising perhaps to see the man has taken right off again, but with Arche in here that's one less person to watch his back--

His wound is healed, he should get back up, but he's not sure he can manage it. He'd just be a liability dragging himself out there in this state. There's enough coherent thought in him now to feel some embarrassment.

"Stupid..." he sighs, wearily.

"Should've... paced myself better. Never been in a siege that... didn't involve a few fortresses and Star Destroyers... someplace to retreat to..."

Another gulp of water goes down, a little desperately. He shouldn't go too fast, of course, he knows better, but intellectual knowledge is superseded right now by his jerky limbs and scattered thoughts.

"But he's... defeated. Maybe this is the last of them. Maybe there... maybe there won't be more..."

They can hope, at least.