Moonspear sons and daughters, stepping to the raging waters

Hydra's knowledge was meaningful, and Osiris practiced a considerable amount of concentration into retaining the information. Of course, given the limitations of his mind, he would not remember everything that had been said. 

But that is how you learn; failure"—and failure would be what would drive Osiris to learn. 

Though he was eager to follow the trail, Osiris wrangled with his excitement; emotions were his foe, now. Every fiber of his being wiggled in objection to his self-imposed limitations; it truly felt as though he had swallowed an entire flock of songbirds, somehow. In an attempt to distract himself, Osiris re-directed his attention to Hydra—gaze cast respectfully upon her chin, of course. "Is there anything else we can tell from the blood?" he wondered, nervously driving his tongue over his lips.