Mystic saw her eyes widen and felt pangs of fear. Had he made her angry or something? He hoped not. That usually meant pain when he angered land people. He looked at her. The water helped him heal as he was one of the beings of water. He lived in it and as such it helped restore him. He relaxed when he saw her reaching for the pitcher again. Made him relieved to be honest. He saw her turning to face him again. He would have shrank away except he had no energy to do so. He lets out a sigh of relief at her words. It helped a little but he still feared her. He had very little trust of land people. His experience with them had been less than positive. He relaxed a bit but his eyes were wary fear. He drinks until the pitcher is empty. His mouth not dry any longer. Now he could speak. "Where...am I?" he says softly. "Who...are you?" he adds. His tone quivered with fear but he was more relaxed in his body language than before.