As nice as it would have been to find a canteen, Lydia is more than pleased with the contents of the pack. For now, she arranges them carefully to distribute the weight, as will as the bow and quiver. All told, she looks like an bona-fide adventure...minus the top, of course, which is literally being held together by thread.<br/><br/>Perhaps soon she can find a replacement, but water is the more pressing need. She'll need some soon. Not that she has any real fear of dying of thirst, but dehydration could cause her to make stupid mistakes, and that could get her into trouble.<br/><br/>Lydia is instantly suspicious at the sound of the girl's voice. One false step, and she'll end up like Jenya or worse. But still, she just can't leave a girl if she is in honest trouble.<br/><br/>"Hold on!" she cries out as she kneels next to her pack.<br/><br/>Lydia takes the end of her rope and cuts off a one-foot length. She soaks one end in a bit of oil from her flask, and uses the flint and steel to light it. Once the makeshift torch is burning brightly enough, she tosses it into the mouth of the cave to give herself a better look. She stands away from the entrance, with an arrow ready to fire.