When they reach the glowing moonpool, it is bright enough that it illuminates the surrounding trees and their figures next to it, too. Ruby's appropriately awed; it's beautiful, the sort of thing she saw in her childhood that everyone told her was only in her imagination. Now, of course, she knows better.

She crouches down next to it, setting her lantern down on the ground.

"Unbelievable." She dips her fingers through the water, looking up at Asbjørn.

"Mind if I go swimming?"

It's got to be a rite of passage where these things are concerned.