"Well then," Estinien says. He pauses in his work to unbutton one of the pouches on his belt. A moment later he tosses Hiccup some jerky that's been wrapped in a fold of leather. He unhitches his water skin and tosses that too.

"Drink, at the very least," he says, going back to cutting up small cubes of meat. "Your body craves it, whether you realize it or not."