(Conviction roll: Skill of 1, roll of... -2. Spending a Fate Point to reroll, got a +1, for a net of +2, enough to push forward.)<br/><br/>Naael stepped closer to the pool, and examined it, shivering with disgust at the sight of it.  She let her fingertips brush the surface, shuddering and drawing her fingers back. The words to give up, to fall back, rose to her lips, and she very nearly spoke them... and then she remembered Irvia, who might have gone through this, or worse, herself, and the thought of abandoning her to such a fat steeled her resolve. Clenching her teeth, to keep from retching, she moved quickly, and descended into the pool, trying her best to ignore the sensations building inside her. Taking a deep breath, she dove her head under, completely submerging herself, for a moment, before breaching the surface once more.