Gargle

I'd drink straight from the mouth-I mean tap.

If you listen close enough, you can hear their voices every time water comes out. Remnants of their souls, as their bodies has become one with the wall.

They used to be intruders, carelessly stepping on my roses and hacking away at my precious mandrakes. How can a botanist-I mean, gardener not be angry?

Now they serve as no more than thirst quenchers. For birds. Or, for TGLink to wash her hair in. Very cool, refreshing water which invigorates you.