Hallen cries out softly.  "No, not... ow... not here, not this place-- the spring's a couple miles away."  She doesn't resist, and hauling around the girl is easy enough without any resistance from her other than a meek twist.  Quinta is able to leverage the young woman easily.  "This place is just the same sour-water we've used for decades..." she lies on the rough-cut planking of the dock, the surface warped and bleached with sun and humidity.<br/><br/>"I'm sorry I didn't tell you they were my children.  It's just that no one in town believed me.  They didn't recognize me... even Pike, at the tavern, he used to pay us calls once a month."  She coughs lightly.  "I can show you..." she swallows hard, hauls herself up to her knees and sits there, hair tousled and skin blotchy with exhaustion.  She stares at them, the only sound now the drone of locusts and the peeping chorus of distant frogs.