[ ok but yes? marina is crouched in a dark skirt and some boots, wide-eyed with great interest at the spigot because like. well. that is some pretty interesting stuff. she can see what's dripped into the bucket and reaches out to just dribble a more substantial amount into it. not a lot but enough to at least get a better read on.

she hums. ]

Tree blood. Cursed tree blood.

[ she has no idea. ]

Being real, though... I've never seen something like this before. Wonder if it's responsible for that.

[ points at the grotesque figure that has a plaque saying "i am what i am" near it. ]