Walking over to the defeated lake, he bent down, sniffed the water, and then scooped a drink up with a cupped hand. Taking a small sip, he found that it was crystal-clear and amazingly fresh, the relief at having finally achieved a drink more than making up for subjecting his hand to the icy water. Beside him while he continued to drink, Boris trotted up and tried the water for himself, the bug-horse just lapping the water straight up. The quality proved to be just as acceptable for Boris, the creature drinking deeply before removing his head with a satisfied sigh.