Three and a half days.
Not counting how long he might have drifted in the water.

No, if the League was still tracking him they would have found him by now. Good. Let their arrogance be their undoing. He nods at the knowledge, raising his hand to bring the skin to his lips. The water is cool and sweet. Refreshing. His throat no longer feels coated with sand and salt.

"Thank you."
The hand no longer holding the skin reaches up, touching a tendril of her hair. "I was so certain I'd lost you."