don't drink the water

She was right in thinking that, there was more than enough to see and do without even needing to step a foot off of dry land. But he understood her desire though, the need to make the world feel smaller, to fill the space with known and seek out the unknown. She was a wanderer at heart and he knew she might go far, but return home all the same.

At her question he shot her a dry look, gaze still and unblinking, muscles remaining motionless. Really?

"No there is not." He said, deciding that it was best not to let the idea sit in her head too long. Lest she tried to do something very stupid and dangerous. He glanced around for a moment and was quick to nudge a pebble in her direction. "Throwing rocks is fine. If you try to follow it you will be boiled alive. I will not come in to save you."