Low churrs of contentment, Raphael gave her hand a little nuzzle before she pulled away to utilize her hands in making him more comfortable. He was glad to know that his brothers were safe and resting in the other room, and Donnie seemed okay- everyone was safe. And he would live, thanks to this young woman and her Gator friend. He owed them both.
"Yeah.. water would be good..." He answered, voice cracking from the sore dryness in his burning throat. Clearing it with a painful wince, he nodded in Don's direction, knowing that he wouldn't be alive if not for Erica. She and Leatherhead had worked so tirelessly to save him. They did not owe him that, but they had done it anyway.
Eyes irritated and burning, his gaze met hers, intense and grateful. "Thanks..for..you know.. savin' me..."