[Gilgamesh doesn't really help matters much, as he takes up Adra's hand—still concerned that he may still be drained, from giving all he could—and leads him to the water. Unfearing, or maybe just complacent after that recent victory, Gilgamesh dips his head underneath and lets it spill over him. Quenches his thirst and then some, rejuvenating life flowing all around him. He sees it as a sign, a sign of their certain success.
But Saber may very well be the first to notice something amiss. Something winding behind the falling water, smooth and graceful and difficult to distinguish from it at first. But it is separate, and it is dangerous, and both of the men are standing right in front of it.
It doesn't attack. Not quite yet. But its "head" bobs around, seemingly preparing a strike whenever their guard falls lowest.]
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But Saber may very well be the first to notice something amiss. Something winding behind the falling water, smooth and graceful and difficult to distinguish from it at first. But it is separate, and it is dangerous, and both of the men are standing right in front of it.
It doesn't attack. Not quite yet. But its "head" bobs around, seemingly preparing a strike whenever their guard falls lowest.]