You decide it is a good idea to respect their cultural sensitivities and put away your waterskins. Guide kneels down by a group of unremarkable vines that grow from the shore into the water. She touches one of them briefly, whereupon the plant lifts a remarkably large and thick leaf from the bottom of the spring and pushes it far beyond the edge of the bank, above Guide's head. There the leaf clamshells and a fine trickle of water rains down on Guide. She washes her hands and face in a ritual manner. Then invites you to do the same.

Gladly you wash the dirt and sweat from your journey off your face and hands. With Guide's permission, you also use the plants to take a few sips.