Howard rolls his eyes at her and steps forward. "It's not that ba- oh god yes it is."

He doesn't step back but he does have to pause a moment before taking another step, enough to tamp down the urge to dry heave. Another few steps and he's at the rim of the well, leaning over it with his hand clamped firmly over his nose.

And jumps and stumbles back, putting distance as fast as he can between him and the well. As soon as he's a satisfying thirty yards away from it, he looks over at Diana and shakes his head. "Let's go. It's no good. It's really no good. And let's go fast, because I think this is their nest."

He doesn't wait to see if she's following him as he heads back towards the shelter. They'll just have to try their luck with the other houses, even though he knows deep down that nobody who lives somewhere where the water comes by well or cargo ship is going to just leave their water around.

With his head pounding, the sun beating down and no promise of a drink at the end, the walk back to the house seems much longer than it did on the way here.