They made it to the stream a few hours before sunset.
Alice had not drunk anything the entire day. She fell down next to it, and dipped her head inside. It wasn’t that deep. Probably as much as an outstretched hand. Alice couldn’t care less and started chugging the water down her parched throat. She drank and drank, until she felt dizzy and pulled her head out, gasping for breath. Not a few moments later, and she dunked in and started drinking again. The water was so *fresh*, and so cold. It made her forget about everything that had gone wrong in the past few days. The stream carried all of her memories away, and soothed her hurts. In particular, her left eye had never felt better. It had gone far more red than should’ve been the norm; according to Em. *Em*, she thought bitterly. Now that she had water, she *should* be able to focus her spells and make him pay, but that was the least of her priorities.