Waver's gaze drifted to the tray at the words 'food and water' with a flicker of understanding, though he didn't feel relieved. There was a vague recognition in the back of his mind that food and water meant they likely weren't going to kill him, at least not immediately, and he hadn't been left in this cage to die if they'd sent someone to check on him. But other than that, he couldn't find the capacity to care very much either way. Even the thought of water didn't make him feel thirsty anymore, though he knew he needed it. His mouth felt too stuck to open.

So he only nodded. After a few moments, he moved to sit up slowly, pushing himself up on his bound hands.