You're fine- would you care for some water, or perhaps a bit of actual fruit? You're a little pale, and either may help. [His notebook was easily closed and slipped away, picking up the leather satchel that had been within reach.

Slipped away as a strap was hoisted over a shoulder.]

If you have been out here as long as I have, it may do well and I've more than enough for myself.

[His head still tipped, even as a hand hovered over the pouch-pocket of the bag he knew the flask of water and carefully bundled up fruit was.]

The ruins are just this way.