Ivar is angry, that much is obvious, but at least this time it's very clearly directed at Dodger and not himself. Something about that anger makes him very glad that he's not the one it's directed at, doesn't envy Dodger for when Ivar catches up with him again.

"Probably, but not before threatening me just for trying to keep him from dying." Eddie says, shrugging, "Trying to keep him alive long enough to be locked up, but still."

After Ivar snatches the water away from him and starts to drink it, Eddie leans back in his chair, watches the boy as he sips at it. It's obvious he's had a hard life, that this isn't easy on him, that he doesn't trust Eddie, but he's so obviously in pain, struggling, that Eddie can't help himself.

Without a word, he picks up the bed remote, pushes the button to bring up the top half of the bed until it's there, just an inch behind Ivar's back, so if he crumples back against it, he'll still be sitting up, not lying on his back, vulnerable.