He blinked at the shove, picking up on her meaning a second after. Guess he shouldn't tempt fate, should he? "Slip of the tongue. Maybe our first order of business should be for you to eye on me for the next little while in case I step into some poison ivy. I hope you know what it looks like so you can warn me."

Jess preferred to hope that the inn's plumbing not backing up was a sign of good luck, and it wouldn't end up being one of those days they'd come to regret. He already distrusted the wilderness and any manner of trouble they could find there--too many places for someone to hide. Too many opportunities for something to happen.

Already nodding, he gestured to the south, in the direction of the raging current. "The river empties out to the southeast. I've been up north a few times, didn't turn up much. I'm thinking let's flip the switch and try the opposite." Though now Jess was starting to wonder about his plan to use the bridge to cross to the other embankment.

On approach, it didn't look in danger of breaking up and floating away just yet, which was a positive sign. Slick but still solid. He gave Raven a questioning look that asked what his mouth didn't. Was she up for a river crossing?