Jessica is more than a little relieved to leave the strange tanks behind. "It'd be a beautiful painting, actually, if it weren't so terrifying," she muses with a final glance at the oddities. "Gods willing, we'll come back under more pleasant- or at least less disconcerting circumstances...."

As the party descends, she prepares mentally to conjure lots of water to keep their strangely-inoculated companions doused. "This island just keeps getting weirder," she murmurs quietly.