The spring's surface appeared smooth and wave less, but the water wasn't still; Claire could feel small stirrings, currents running through the body of the pool like nerve impulses. Claire couldn't help but feel an illusion that the spring itself was alive—a warm and welcoming entity reaching out to soothe and embrace. Anselm's words about the spring's healing powers rang in her mind, and she found herself believing it wholeheartedly.