In a landward raindrop, in a humidifier's mist, whenever you need me, I'll hear your call.

All trace of Her walking our land, all the names She was praised by… Everything is gone, evaporated like morning dew... Across our clan's recollections of Her, 'Muel' is the only thing that remains. A syllable now carried on in my name.

She's gone. She dispersed all Her Elves... then time carried Her far away, to a place farther still. But you know, just a hunch, I think She simply got sick of being a Feranmut. And just like some special Rhodesies we've got, now She's probably living up the human life, maybe? You think that sounds right, Doctor?

To get the information in this crystal, you have to 'communicate' with it. Yep, that's right, just like the kind we make when I hold your hand. Oh, actually, lemme borrow your hand a sec! How's that, can you sense Her feelings? No? Not one teeny tiny bit? Oh... Okay...

Pfahhh! Water doesn't get cleaner than this! You can take a sip too, if you're thirsty. I know, you're probably scared it's Her blood or Her tears or whatever, but don't overthink it. If you drink from this spring, it'd make Her the happiest person of us all... well, not person, Feranmut.

The ever-wakeful spring wells from Her back, that its currents caress Her like silk cloth. And in sweet rains it waters the parched land, that it nourishes all life as it grows...' Your kin left that passage to Her in your recollections. It makes me think, I should draw Her. That way, others'll be able to see Her.

You're right, no place suits me better than this. Problem is, I've been spoiled by modern life. If I seriously live here all on my own, the boredom is gonna shrivel me right up. Maybe the other Elves could deal, but... I can't... At the end of it all, I'm just a plain and ordinary girl.

The environment's changed so quickly here without Her, and it's not in my power to do what She did. It's like a lifelong dream suddenly landed in my lap, but the caveat was it could disappear at any time. So life will always be on edge, haunted by suspense and fear. I don't wanna live such a painful life, Doctor. I'd rather take the risk.

Everything of Her, everything I could ever find, I've got it all by my side. Thank you, Doctor, for accompanying me so long. Whatever comes next, we can save thinking about it until we get back. Oh... it's raining. Maybe it's time for us to leave too.

Time is still mourning Her, so it won't slip away that fast. If your legs need a break, we can sit and catch a breather.

The birth, the existence, the dying, the everything of my blood's origin… They are all here, nothing left but pieces now... If you're interested, I'll tell you every story of them.

This cramped cage we jail each other in.

We've known each other for so long, but you just keep giving the same gifts... Of course I love it, c'mon.

Look, the sun's coming up. How warm it is... Cozying up like this, hiding away from all that the years do to catch us... May be a good life too.

All the pains caused by 'right and wrong'… How I wish the water could wash them away.

How do you understand them? And how do you make them... understand you?

Just look away one sec, okay? I want to let the waterflow relax for a bit... the way my people did so long ago.

Lives head toward their demise. What can I do… before the end…

I'm listening.

Want me to help brainstorm?

This... is how my ancestors welcomed the rainclouds.

Miss Waterdrop… where will you land?

In dreams resurrect.

In yearnings flow.

In promises coalesce.

But I can't go back. Back isn't the answer.

Gimme your hand, Doctor! Uh, um... I just wanted to share my feelings with you. Don't worry, I'm not gonna get you wet.

The leaf trembles. The stream murmurs. I understand how they feel now much better than I used to… Oh, no, they're happy. Simply all delighted, trust me.

They're gone. Bet they know the way back home, right?

Water will take us to safety. Hold my hand tight, and keep your eyes shut.

Same as it ever was, and honestly that's not bad.

At least I can still feel your touch.

An exploration journey this endless isn't easy for me, no sirree. Did you really get used to it long ago? Don't work yourself too hard. C'mon, let's you and me take a little walk.

Arknights.

There's no trace of time in our strata of crystals, just as our people in Sami don't leave calendars in their amber. That's that— we're a race who can't see what's ahead, embracing lives so long that we can't feel epochs flowing by. Give your terminal a break for now, Doc. Don't you want today to be a one-of-a-kind day?

Oh, you all rested up...? Look after yourself, okay? No vanishing into bubbles on me.

Beneath time's ashes, there lies the Elves' lost knowledge and forgotten tales... but even I can't really comprehend them. Digging through the past— it weighs down on you a lot more than healing a wound, or blessing a new life. Doctor, how do you manage to confront it all?