Yoshiro didn't know what to expect, really. She had sounded optimistic, that much he could see from his blurred vision as he lie on his side. Melting within the sand beds, the granules searing his already hot skin. She'd left not too soon after, and Yoshi had thought he'd given up on him — well, he supposed that meant he'd have to drag himself out of here, he thought with a hopeless whimper. Yet a shadow casted over his simpered form once more, and not even the weakness in his body could stop the curiosity of his turning head.

She had returned, with….something in her mouth?

Mumbling something incoherent, yet his gaze traveled to her tightly pressed together lips. Where droplets of water dripped from them. W…..wait a second….miss-! Was she about to spit on him!? Yoshi's forelimbs weakly guarded his face — he would much rather die of dehydration than to be spit on by a random stranger. Yet what happened next, funny enough, was just as bad as that.

His limbs were forcefully removed from his face as her paws pressed against his shoulders, and suddenly she'd been hovering over him. Without warning or so much as a mercy from what ever god that was surely watching from the skies and laughing at him right now, her lips practically crashed against his. His eyes widened, then began watering as water was then sprayed down his throat. HMNGFF-! He flailed, and by the time she was done, he twisted onto his forelimbs. Coughing. Wheezing. Hacking. The water went down too fast down his throat.

A forelimb pressed against his lips.

His stomach began to hurt.

And then it happened — his cheeks would blow up. Throwing up the water and everything he'd managed to catch and eat today. It all came out in one smelly, acidic mess against the sands. If he wasn't already humiliated enough, then this probably took the cake.