"Maybe brick it up entirely. It could just be a little hole in the wall. Maybe water's getting out that way?" She'll leave the shiny. For now. And trudge on ahead. It feels nice down here compared to in the sun, but a water shortage is imminent. The ground slants up and out of the water, which, well, water's not getting out this way then. But it's getting lighter, which is a sign of the right direction.

She walks all the way until the sun is clearly shining through a back way in--but it's covered in some sort of magical shimmer. Warily, Rachette touches it. Feels solid.

"Maybe we should just keep this up."