[ A shiver overtakes him and it takes all the willpower he has – a monumental amount, despite what his jokingly cynical compatriots might have to say about it – not to magically shelve this particular jacket for a fresh one. It'd be a reprieve but a brief one, not eager to have all his clothes soaked before they even reach the shore.

Which they will. They will, no problem. ]

Are you seriously asking me that? [ A question that means to sound exasperated is drained of any real anger or frustration, replaced by a weariness that feels a little more fair and justified as he comes to understand the situation they're in. Jonas is clearly unaccustomed to magic, Lucian or otherwise, or else he's naïve. Neither option makes it easy to sustain any real offense over his comment. ]

You're bigger than me but I know what I'm doing. Okay? I made the platform in the first place, which is way harder than– just...

[ He's back on his feet now, back swiftly turned on Jonas in order that he might reapproach the edge of the deck and briefly inspect those ropes that so far have held fast. ]

I'm gonna' cut your rope and lower you down, then I'm gonna' go down after you, okay? And if you don't trust that I can do it, I'll lift you up here first to prove it. Happy?