How is there nothing to drink in this blasted place? Where's Dionysus when you need him?

She nods her head in absent gratitude, tucking yet another rock into her overfull pockets. It's like people are happy to see her, but she can't get a drink.

Heather sighs. "Earth Goddess, yes." She says, toying with the rock that dangles from a chain around her neck. "Can I help you?"