[They're close enough that Flynn gets his fair share of a shower, too, and he presses himself against the ground so he won't be swept away with Rathmore and the others. If they can't fight the current he wouldn't even be able to try, too exhausted to even move his arms.

When the sound of the roaring water dies down he sits up and looks at her, laughing wildly in relief when he sees she's okay.]

It was thought that the Mongols redirected a river over the place to hide the location. [He grins as he recites his story again, struggling to get to his feet, eyes sparkling.]

But they didn't build it over the place. [He gestures to the spot where the water had churned from the wall.] Around it!

[Another laugh and somehow he manages to push himself to his feet when Nicole slaps him – lightly, gently almost – and he reaches out to steady himself on her shoulder for a moment. His eyes quickly dart over her face, her neck, checking for injuries, to see if she was alright, if the knife had cut deep enough to inflict serious damage.

He fights the urge to just draw her in right now, wrapping his arms around her. The need to touch her, to feel that she really was here is almost too much but she's right; they need to get a move on. First things first.]

After you, Guardian.