Gendry nodded, satisfied with that answer. And at long last, he stood and stretched his back, rotated his neck, then looked down at her. "Best we keep moving. Ready?"

He picked his steps across the water, then stood in front of her to offer a hand up. It was, perhaps, an unnecessary gesture. But he was beginning to grow used to it. Accustomed to it. He was escorting a lady and piece by piece, he was starting to play the role of knight better and better.