Quanil walked over and confirmed it was just a puddle caused by rain, making Morgan feel quite silly for even bringing it up in the first place; she had just been so desperate to make some kind of new discovery on this trip. At first she didn't pay attention as Quanil walked over to look into it, but the long silence and time they spent bent over the water made her look back and finally walk over herself. "What is it..?"
As she reached the puddle herself, she looked into the water to see not murky brown forest floor or a sloppy reflection of herself, but...a much different image. Herself, barely, grey hair no longer orange pulled back into her collar and her face looking out from behind a scarf, eyes mellow and hard...and a scar running up her skin, chin to forehead.
"Do you see that...?" She asked Quanil, wondering if this was some kind of spirit's omen or perhaps a trick.
