Shorttail did not reply, but Handy saw he was using his good arm to push himself off from the walls as he moved up. So at least he was still conscious. Handy felt something shift beneath him. He looked down but didn’t stop his pulling. The water was changing direction. It still flowed the same way but there was a pronounced shift in where the water drained away. A yelp of fright drew his attention upwards, and he saw a loose strand of rope hang from the dark form of the griffon as he blocked out the light. “What!?” Handy yelled. “What is it!?”