[She settles down by the pond, cross-legged, and sucks in a ragged breath before frowning at it.

Everything she's touched so far has forced some memory or feeling or something, so while she's guessing she's meant to go in, she's not so keen on it.

She tries, instead, pulling out another one of her knives (since the first is still back in the dorm somewhere) and dipping it just beneath the surface, to see what happens.]