It was a smart tack for her to take for someone like him. The basic needs of water and food ruled the day to day lives of the people of the wastelands. Road wars were fought over them and sometimes a single meal was the difference between staying strong enough to survive another day or death.

Like the other War Boys, Nux was fed better than the wretches of Citadel and got more water than they did, but that didn't mean he always went to sleep with a full belly or had all he needed to drink. Immortan Joe still kept the best for himself and his sons and plenty of the War Boys might have been better off and less sick to get just a little more than they got. Part of the reason they needed their blood bags so desperately - aside from them replacing their dirty blood due to the sickness deep in their bones - was that they were a shortcut to giving them good food and plenty of water all the time like they needed. A way to top off when the rigors of their lives meant they were running on empty.

That meant that someone that shared food and water was someone that might be trusted.

He didn't feel that hungry or thirsty but he wasn't about to turn away food and water. As long as there was room in his stomach, he'd take it. He wasn't an idiot.

He nodded, finally sitting up against the...the sitting-thing his back was against. It was obviously meant to be a chair but it was long like a bed and soft and cushioned.

Given the way he was shaking, partly from cold, partly from agitation, a blanket wouldn't have been remiss, either.