"Do you want to enter my body?"
"Ahem, that won't be necessary."
Ultimately, Leech and the Water Nymph maintained only the most basic level of mental communication, forgoing entering each other's bodies to examine their memories.
The hope of accessing her memories became a pipe dream, leaving him feeling like he'd suffered a double loss.
The only saving grace was that she belonged to a friendly faction.
He hadn't gone out all day. After ordering his men to investigate the "good-for-nothing scholar," he spent his time communicating with the Water Nymph. This inefficient mental link was obviously no substitute for a deep dive into her body, but it was far less offensive.
After their conversation, he could confirm with certainty that the Water Nymph was a blank slate.
Her memories from before her death were, to her, like a story she had merely observed—much as they were to Leech. They had little to no effect on her.
