Gale is already standing and gives her a small smile as he turns. He’s hoping that they’ll find water quickly because the blood is already getting tacky.

Luck is with them, because it’s very soon that they’re greeted with the sound of running water. In the thick foliage, however, it’s a little hard to pick out where exactly it’s coming from so Gale turns to Argilla. “It’s close; can you see any sign?”