Drizzt's world shifts as he opens his mouth to call out for Justice once more. He had needed to speak to her once more, desperately, to find some matter of stability in his worldview. There are sands shifting beneath him as he thinks more upon the conversations that he had with Matthew and Sabetha. They do not want him to trust the Arcana, but he cannot serve an Arcana if he cannot trust her.

She is all Justice, but she is also his Justice, and she wishes him to fight for the better sort of Justice in the world. In his heart, Drizzt knows he can trust her, but his mind goes in circles and he feels lost. Less lost though, now, and he turns in place to stare at the room around him.

He walks past the table, noting the glass of water, and traces his hand along the medallion, so much like his own tattoo. So much like the symbols of Justice that he's come to respect. It settles his heart somewhat then, that she's answered his call in some way. Drizzt cannot help himself but turn back to try the glass of water, showing her trust in his actions, and the water is indeed exactly as it should be, if not better. It has been a while since he has tasted water so pure.

Guenhwyvar is there, too, but she sits in place and quietly observes Drizzt until she's no longer looking at him, but at someone else.