Moonspear so how could we ever know for sure

The others inquiry was met with a nod, and at the others words Hydra blinked. Though the words stoked her ego, and Hydra fed on them, she knew better than to trust words anymore. A pleasure, really? Well, of course it would be, Corinna wasn't wrong, but she had yet to know that for certain. Oh, fine; Hydra would give her the benefit of the doubt, for the moment. Namely because she hadn't been wrong—it was a pleasure to meet her.

Corinna was unique in appearance, and it was easy to commit her features to memory. But it was her scent that Hydra, an aspiring tracker, would never forget. She was pretty, in a striking way, with eyes that bordered on silver. You are collecting herbs, she observed, unafraid to state the obvious, you are a healer? Perhaps not; perhaps she was simply an herbologist, knowledgeable on uses but not on how to do so. It was worth asking.