I think there's a way we can show each other. We'll figure it out someday.

[As soon as she's done stretching her arms out above her head, she's heading over to check out the stream. The grass is green and soft, and she's happy to crouch down on her knees in it so she can lean down and look at the water. It doesn't smell like sewage and there's no trash floating around, so it's probably okay.

Maybe.]

I think I might take a chance on drinking the water. I'm really thirsty.

[But the possibility of it making her really sick to her stomach makes her hesitate.]