"Well, Rufus is Rufus," she said flatly. Cissnei quickly flicked her tongue out at him mockingly.

"Well, there should be a stream or a river nearby I would think." She swatted away a few flies from her face and shifted her hair over one shoulder. "Maybe we'll find something clean in Midgar or along the way." She chewed her lip lightly in thought. How were they going to know if this tree would work with the Chalice or not? We'll know when we get there, she thought.