They ran as quickly as they could, and so it's a relief to finally come to a stop and catch their breaths as they look out at the water. Rosinante has a whole new set of dirt stains to mark the journey by, but there are more important things to think about right now.

"Or blown wide open?" he suggests as yet another option as he leans back against a tree, panting a little with the exertion. "Or maybe it's something else. I dunno. I've heard about glowing water from little animals too small to see."

But it's the sort of devil's advocate answer he doesn't really believe, given everything else before them - or not before them. "Whatever it is, it's a relief that thing isn't here. I hope it's dead. But maybe it left." Maybe the tall column of water was some sort of dramatic exit upward to the stars.