"Should've bombed this damn bridge," she muttered. How was it a shitty bridge like this one could survive the rough current of water, but other bridges that were built of sturdier stuff fell victim to a couple of bombs?

Raven didn't speed up, despite telling herself to. She wasn't afraid of heights, but she was of water, whether she wanted to admit it to herself or not. Moving faster might get her to the other side and onto solid ground all the more quickly, or it might see her tumble into the water before Jess could even get his swimmer's trunks on.

Steeling her shoulders, she kept moving, and her strides became uneven. Some short, some long; she wanted to get off the bridge, and by the time she reached the end, she wasn't so sure if the solid ground was wobbling beneath her.

What she did wonder was whether or not Jess had a hand left after how tightly she had been gripping it.