Raven shoved Jess lightly. "Jinx," she said, rolling her eyes. It would be a problem she'd have to fix, unless there was someone who understood breaking and fixing plumbing already positioned at the inn.

Looking out toward where the river was, the sound was loud and unfamiliar to her. She had been bed bound, kept within a perimetre where people could observe her and rush to her rescue if she so happened to fall. Despite being out in the open for a few months, there was still so much of the world Raven had yet to see.

"Maybe we should follow it," she said. "The river has to start somewhere. Maybe we'll find something." Or maybe they wouldn't. But the river was safe to follow, wasn't it? Embedded deeply into the ground, it'd lead them to wherever it was she wanted to go, and it'd bring them back home. It was better than trying to memorise the shape of a tree that had a thousand twins in the woods.