When the man struggle up, Gabriel put his hand on his back to help him. At least he was sweaty and clearly hadn't washed, so Gabriel felt less awkward. Just another sick person he was helping. He frowned when he caught sight of the scars in the man's neck, but said nothing. He let go when Elijah was done drinking. "Are you hungry? I could go and find you some bread... Do people know you are sick? Is there someone that can cook for you?"