Neverwinter Forest holy water running dry

He surprised her more and more. 

She supposed it was another thing she enjoyed about him; he was a man full of surprises. He had not yet spoken dishonestly to her, and she had no reason not to believe his truth; she grinned to his words, and her head cocked a measure to ascertain whether or not he meant what he spoke. Hydra was a woman who followed only her own whims and desires, no others; it was why she remained where she was at present. That whim was more than simply that, though; it was what life had done to her, had her witness. 

She leaned forward. If you do not think that time is now, who is to say what the future might hold? Hydra asked with a shrug of her shoulders. Though her ambition had yet to rear its head fully (she was young, yet) the bitch discounted nothing. But what she wanted was to know the loyalty was true, and that it was to her; it was not an unfair thing to desire, given what she knew of his nature. He might have the same thoughts, given what he knew of hers—but Hydra had never had an issue in keeping her word, though none was really given. Only interest. The Ostrega knew they both had things to nurture in the interim: he his sister, and she, her newest siblings. Hydra imagined that her father would desire loyalty in her suitor, and there was one way he could prove as much to her as much as to her father—she wanted to know, she realized then. She wanted him to show her he meant what he spoke. 

She asked for nothing still, nor encouraged; she simply sought to plant an idea into his mind, as it came to her—they could, perhaps, pursue the future and its unknown mysteries together. His answer would reveal to her, she supposed, whether or not he was keen on learning as much.