Fakir acknowledges Autor with a grunt and accepts the water. He drinks it slowly, careful not to gulp it.

Two more days. One day and seventeen hours, really. A dancer works through pain and exhaustion. A dancer never shows the audience how tired he is or how much he hurts. I will do this.

A short walk and a restroom break help quite a bit. By the time Fakir returns, he can say drily, to Autor, "Did you sleep well?"