Man: *nods and moves away. He'll come back over and will slip an arm behind Rihn's shoulders to sit him up. He's not gentle like Terris, Wes, or Patch are, but he's noy trying to be rough either. He'll hold up a cup for Rihn to take.* Drink. It'll help your lungs dry.
*Rihn is extremely weak and achy, but should be able to hold the cup himself, if a bit shakily.*