[and in those moments, Irahl strategically rolls from his back onto his side, and quietly shifts around until he's more comfortable. he drags pillows over to stuff under his shoulders, prop his upper body up a little so he can drink without drowning.
he peers at the bottle in the mostly-dark, swishes the contents and sniffs it after he works it open, but that may mostly be a way to buy time before he actually takes a drink.
he doesn't want to seem too eager for it, after all. but he still takes an eager enough pull from the bottle that it gets him clearing his throat, trying not to cough.]
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he peers at the bottle in the mostly-dark, swishes the contents and sniffs it after he works it open, but that may mostly be a way to buy time before he actually takes a drink.
he doesn't want to seem too eager for it, after all. but he still takes an eager enough pull from the bottle that it gets him clearing his throat, trying not to cough.]