Albert closes his eyes again, allowing himself a moment of mourning. He'd tried to keep Cecil safe, and he hopes at least the Avox knows he has a friend among the tributes. To accept it is something else, but all Albert asks is that he knows.

If he wakes up again, that is. There's no guarantee. Not for any of them, not really.

A shiver crawls up Albert's spine but he barely feels it, only knowing it happened because he shakes in Jet's arms and he can feel his teeth clattering, but even that last only a short time. His body barely has the energy for even that anymore.

"It can be hot chocolate. I know... how much you hate tea..." His voice trails off, bubbling strangely in the back of his throat. Distantly, he realizes its because the water's reached his chin.