"Well, it's less tea and more lukewarm leaf water," he points out. He did have some tea with him when he arrived, actually, but that's long gone. "And that's the idea."

Though he seriously doubts the ability of that concoction to lift anybody's spirits.

As the raft gets pushed deeper into the water, Levi scoots toward the middle, leaning against the mast and maybe holding onto it a bit. But at Martin's request, he does grunt in acknowledgement and move to the opposite side from him.

If he does need any help, he trusts he will tell them. Hopefully the raft doesn't rear too much...