Rubbing his chin a moment, Thalmarose unslings his water skin and takes a deep draught then passes it to the cleric. "Everyone drink deep so that we can take the much more valuable potion with us." After everyone has drank their fill, the elf will pour out what's left and carefully collect the divine liquid from the font and securely stopper the waterskin before reslinging it over his shoulder. "Carrying empty vials at this stage of our careers is a luxury that not many can afford." Making the statement as he pats the skin reassuringly.