Chapter 67 : Pathetic little brother

Both Aslan and I did not have the chance to react, since before we knew it, he had sprawled on the floor with a 'Thump'.

I pushed myself forward subconsciously, "Wait, are you okay?!"

I squatted beside Noah's body with my hands raised, unsure of what I should do with them. "Do you feel ill somewhere?!"

There was no answer from Noah besides incomprehensible mumbles. I ducked my head lower to listen more closely, and could barely discern his feeble sentence, "Wa… ter."

"You want to drink water? Got it!" I stood up and rushed toward the beverage aisle and grabbed a bottle of water from it. 

When I went back to Noah, I saw Aslan had crouched down beside him as he poked on Noah's head lazily. "You seriously lack exercise, man. You haven't gone for long and look at your state."

Based on Noah's personality, he should have shaken off Aslan's hand by now, but the current him looked devoid of energy to retaliate.