Calvin drinks as much of the water as he can tolerate, and then a little more. Obligation met, he leans limply against Micah and closes his eyes. Merlin, he's so dizzy. "So much," he admits pitifully. He knows that if he did, he'd probably feel better, but for all of his Ribbonfin qualities, Calvin has a different set of scales as well. "Don't you dare let me, St. Clair. I can't win if I do."