Thorfinn didn't like getting loud, he used to be so loud and brash. Those things cracked a door he'd rather stay sealed and forgotten. He moved up the stairs after her. Like he had followed her into the Roadhouse tears drying on his face, Askeladd's sword on her hand, his father's blade in the other. He had trusted her then, and that lead him him trusting her more now. He was green yes, but he also had done a lot of living in his life and planned to keep living and be better. The rains in Medietas had changed him, as much as four years of slavery had.

"Jo!" He called out when she hit her shoulder against the wall he tried to move up after her but he could see if, if he got to close one of them was falling through the steps. It wasn't smart so he stayed by the railing and kept moving up through the water. The water soaking him up to the knees as it rushed by.