"It looks like it's been dripping for a while, whatever it is," Tidus remarks with a quick cock of the head to where the rivulets of the liquid have caused an aged wear to the stone of the mountain.

"Maybe mountains do this in some worlds." And he wonders, thinks, and decides to share in comparison: "Back in Spira, there's this large river called the Moonflow. Purple flowers grow along the banks, and for some reason, things called 'pyreflies' gather there. No one knows why. They're kinda like...energy. Flowing through the world. Most of the time, it means memories or fiends are around."

A pause. "Actually, usually both," he corrects.