Baze has never enjoyed being fussed over--he prefers to be the one doing the fussing--but he recognizes that Chirrut needs this, for whatever reason. The bigger Guardian shifts in the bed, barely sitting up so that he can greedily suck down the water Chirrut brings. "No, thank you," Baze says, yawning. "Unless you're hungry, you don't need to find food. I'm rather tired, still. Sit with me?"