(that noctis gives him time to calm down is no small favour when the ship is wobbling like a slowing top; jonas greedily indulges. it's only when a question is asked, giving him something to focus on, that he begins to unwind from a warm body, head ducking to look downward at his own.)

No, I'm—well, yeah, I am, and my neck hurts like a— (instead of swearing, his right after such a horrible day, jonas simply sighs.) But I can ignore it. Like, seriously, the worst of it's from a while ago.

Let's move.

(that task is a little more complex than he anticipated, dehydrated from the amount of ocean he's swallowed, but it doesn't stop him. jonas, having felt far worse, still has the strength to shunt long legs forward through the three-foot-deep water, and it's carry him to and up the stairs. he talks while they climb.)

I know that the stern is the back of the ship, and the starboard side is the righthand side. (his answer is wry as the hatch door above them is battered open with a thrown shoulder. pulling himself out into the wind to kneel to fish down the hole for noctis, jonas' manacles clatter with the effort.) How'd you find a way out of these? Did you... break them like you did mine?