Instinctively, Shinjirou reaches out and grabs Jade's arm. His hold is forceful at first, with no concept of how much strength he has left or already regained, but it loosens up a moment later. He pulls himself to his feet, swaying, then finding his balance.

Water and clothes.

He doesn't know what he wants first. Wearing clothes has the potential to hurt, if they're too tight-fitting. "Water," he mutters, barely opening his mouth. Doesn't prevent his sore throat from stinging, no, but it does make it less painful.