Even with the language barrier, the man knew well enough not to get to close: not just the new arrival's appearence, but his demeanor, the way he held his child-also the ax at his belt. Still, he had a job to do and the child needed medical attention.

The word is still a foriegn sounding word, but he repeats it a few times before he recognizes what he's asking for. "Water..water....water..got it. Hold a moment."

The man made what he hoped was a 'wait here' signal with his hands, then turned to one of the other greeters (a woman) to tell her that he had to go and would be back in a few minutes, before quickly rushed street carts just alongside the road. While the carts weren't normally there, in this heat they found a lucrative business selling drinks to new arrivals.

They weren't paying him to be a delivery boy, but if it kept him from getting an ax in the head.

Gyda watched this all with a slight smile, the man's actions rather comical from her point of view. She always wondered what it was like when father and the men went raiding to other lands. Maybe it could be something like this?

It took all of ten minutes for the man to return with a bottle of water, opening the cap and handing Gyda the bottle. She accepted it, too thirsty to take interest in the material the bottle was made from. The cold water was a shock, but she was so thirsty that she forced down several gulps.

While this went on, the man pulled out a small, black device and was doing something with it. The next time he spoke, the words were in old english, but halting and clearly from someone who'd only read and never heard the words spoken.

"Help..child..doctor. He motioned with his hands for them to follow him. "Follow me."

Gyda frowned. Clearly the man was worried about her, even she could see that, but she couldn't understand what in the gods' name he was saying.