"Oh, yeah, do we have one handy?" he jests. Ennis reaches into the side of his pack for his water bottle, using all of his willpower to take small, civilized sips in front of Jaime instead of just chugging it with the fervor of a person's who's been stranded at sea.

The next words out of his mouth aren't a joke, but he gives another light laugh before speaking in case he needs to play it off as one: "Can't you just carry me?"