Thorfinn stepped in after her, the water wasn't as hindering for him. He was used to marching through water from years at sea and running through water to start a pillage from the ships. As he came to a stop behind her his brown eyes took it in.

"No good." He spoke almost defeated. This place had become home. He wasn't sure what to do, so he looked to Jo. Part of him wanted to try and jump up to the top of the stairs, but he knew it was too high without having something to bounce off of.

"Careful!"

He called after Jo moving after her, carefully and slowly up the gushing steps. Worried about stepping through the wood with that much water soaked in it. He knew their important things were up there. His clothes. His carvings.... This was terrible.