The well was dark and damp, with corruption vines spiraling down its walls like some kind of twisted staircase. Grace and Petriel climbed down carefully, their wings folded tight against their backs.
"Are you sure about this?" Grace whispered, trying not to touch the pulsing blue-purple tendrils.
"N-no," Petriel admitted, her voice echoing slightly in the narrow space. "But we don't have many options left."
When they reached the bottom, they found themselves in a low tunnel carved from stone. Water trickled along its floor, tainted with corruption that glowed faintly in the darkness.
"The spring should be this way," Petriel pointed ahead where the tunnel widened.
As they waded through ankle-deep water, Grace cleared her throat.
"So... about this Intimate Healing. Just to be clear on what we're doing..."
Petriel stopped walking, her back to Grace. Even in the dim light, Grace could see the tips of her ears turning red.
