"I just... really want to get a drink," Adrien admitted. "And brush my teeth."

Partially, he wanted to see if he was capable of standing up. He figured he had a good 50/50, but he really wanted his mouth to stop tasting like death.

Before she could protest, Adrien squeezed her hand, then reached out for her. He would... probably need some help even sitting up, actually. He felt a bit dizzy.