Emily
Emily winced slightly at Mordred's reaction.
"Well, he's not exactly wounded, persay," the Changeling explained, "That arm seems to be growing back, as impossible as it seems. So a healing wouldn't do him that much good. More like he just hasn't eaten in god knows how long."
"In short," Emily finished, "The recommended treatment would be a steak."
With that, Emily eyed a walkie-talkie near the water mage's person. Snatching the device up, she flipped it on before starting to speak.
"Hello there," Emily started cheerily, "Any friends of this poor water mage are requested to bring some food for his starving ass as soon as is convenient."
Michael
Michael was enjoying the perks of his current station, having dragged a soda machine into the room as well, when the walkie-talkie suddenly squawked to life. Intriguingly, the voice that came out wasn't Richard's or the woman's, but that of another woman, requesting some food for the hydromancer. Michael frowned at the announcement, his annoyance with the hydromancer building further still.
I swear, if that Pantheon-damned ass is unconscious from hunger...
Michael quickly went about the task of preparing a care package, stuffing a box full of leftovers before sealing it up reasonably tight and adding some landing devices. His task complete, Michael tossed the box of food out the window, more or less above where the Hydromancer would have been if he were waiting to greet the newcomers. The parachutes attached to the box brought it down for a reasonably smooth landing, right in front of Richard.