It's good that he goes slow with the water — Daisy would have taken it back if he'd tried to drink it all in one go. His stomach has been through enough without him subjecting it to that too.

She's so confused when he grabs her hand, her other one wrapping around his instinctively, but then she lifts it to cup the back of his neck as she leans in close.

"It's okay, Neal," she assures him quietly, not the least bit hurt or offended by the fact that he hadn't thought to look for her. Why would he? "I can take care of myself, remember? I'm used to bad things happening. It's good you looked for your friends."