Lost Creek Hollow I'm so grateful and proud.

They reached water soon enough, but before Gannet could warn her to not actually drink, she'd already thrust her head in and begun gulping. Gannet frowned, but at this point, there was nothing he could do. It what was causing it was poison, then she'd have ingested it, and he didn't have the knowledge to force it back up. But just like instinct had told him rinsing an irritated mouth was a good call, it told him drinking.... might have been a bad one. This was punctuated by her reaction.

He'd done all he could. Gannet looked at Terence, still frowning. There's no one else? he asked, clearly troubled. Perhaps she'd be fine, perhaps not. He'd done the extent of what he knew. If the outcome was 'not', then they would need another, because Gannet wouldn't be able to do much.