Case in point seemed to be a large stream that ran along the northern edge of the land, just far out enough that she could traverse the Forest and not find herself sent back. At one point it had been a flowing river, the evidence of deep cuts led towards that fact. But it was still now and nearly placid. Unmoving except to trickle from one end towards the other. But it was clean and fresh, and just barely deep enough for her to wash away the grime that accumulated on her body now that she had no proper clothing left to wear.