Evan knelt beside a small river that was so clear and flowing slowly. However, he did not immediately drink from there and instead looked at Olivia again, who was now sitting on a rock.
"Are you sure this is okay?" Evan asked. "Are you sure this river is not poisonous?"
Olivia sighed. "I am the one who shaped you to be ready to fight Griovante. I can't kill you. Even if I wanted to kill you, I would have done it a long time ago, Evan. And I've tried the water in that river too."
"Who knows, maybe you're not the real Olivia."
The woman scratched her hair angrily. "It's up to you to drink or not. If you die of dehydration, don't blame me. We may not necessarily be able to find other water sources."
"Well, if it's dead, I won't be able to blame you." Evan looked at the water source again but didn't drink it yet.
Snorting in annoyance, Olivia got up and scooped up the water from the river, and drank it. "Are you sure now?"
