There's nothing to suggest the chaos tumbling through the Drifter's mind; from her vantage point, it's only a brutally fast and precise swing of a shining blade and a spray of hydra blood. In spite of the danger, she can't help but feel a wave of pity for the beast as it writhes again, this time in agony. They seem to be on her side, but there's still something unsettling about their movements.

Uncertain about how the hydra will react to losing one of its two heads (she's faced some awfully persistent monsters before), she stays where she is, keeping the spell active and her gaze locked on the beheaded creature. When she speaks, it's without any certainty as to whether or not they can understand her - their silence has left it a bit ambiguous.

"If... If that doesn't stop it, maybe it would be better to run..."