Cody gently took the water bottle. He wet his shirt, and cleaned Caits's face as best he could, being gently, the problem with his sight was that while he could see people by their glow, he was still as blind as if he were normal when it came to more specific features. So he carefully, gently, washed her face, feeling for any sign of fever. 

Finding a blanket, he wrapped Caits up, and gave her a small amount of water, not much, not all at once. He looked over to Gershwin, and gave a soft sigh. What was he going to do? He carefully checked over Caits's injuries, sniffing any wound for sign of infection, or degradation. He checked her arm, and ribs, his touch light, he leaned back, sighing once more. 

if only he could heal others. 

He continued his caring, checking Gershwin over, his touch was if anything even lighter for Gershwin, as he checked her pulse. there wasn't much more he could do for her, so Cody rose, wondering how long it would take the agents-or their bosses at least-thought to check for such shelters. 

All he could hope for was a few days. Just to give the frail Caits some time to get strength back. Just enough time for them to recuperate. He couldn't take the former agent out there, not until she was stronger. The short trip had nearly killed her, Cody was sure of that. 

He gathered some food, and this was where Cody's touch, and sense of smell came into serious play, before returning to both women. Cody made a paste out of honey, and some nuts, crushing the nuts up fine, he mixed them in with the honey, adding in a little bit of water to thin it, he gently dribbing in a little bit into Gershwin's mouth, trusting the bodies natural reflex to swallow to do its job. 

He opened up a parcel of dehydrated food, doing what had to be done, handing it to Caits, and making sure the former Agent ate. Once he'd taken care of them, he took care of himself.