Neverwinter Forest holy water running dry

He had always had his wings, so to speak. Since having left his birthplace he had done nothing but soar and let the world take him where he wanted to go. For the longest time he believed it had done the same for his siblings and perhaps it had, not to completely undermine all that had become of Nyx. But he too desired and sought more than that, to never be shackled underneath the weight of what was and what could be, to never need to answer to anyone in particular. So it was with some resignation that he had to admit to himself that in regards to her, he did not know what move to make next.

Her touch was welcomed, but it burned like ice laid on bare flesh as it curved upward to his shoulder, pulling his gilded gaze to the sharpness of her wintry blues. A brief turmoil between emotions erupted there beneath a still expression, but it was that sort of touch that emboldened him. He wanted her and more than just a carnal capacity but that was there too, burning low and hot. Hydra was more than just a pretty thing or a poised pit viper—she was decidedly forbidden fruit he hungered for, but remained out of reach of.

"I seek more than that as well," he said, drawing in a breath as he paused; words still didn't spill forth in the way he wanted them to. But the show must go on. "I admit I have entertained the thought of you with me, but I know there's little use in tempting and trying to have you follow me, and that does make what ideas I've had more difficult to achieve." He would let her draw her own conclusions for a moment but any implication was liable to hold a shred of truth. "Granted my aspirations, as they are and were, are lofty, but I had hoped that you would come along to lead with me when the time came." The rest had never fallen into place, but he knew he would never settle for less for long; he knew when the opportunity came, he would seize it all the same.