The current tally was one across and one downstream. Garash was confused on which way he was supposed to go, exactly. He thought they had discussed it earlier, for quite some time, actually, but he couldn't remember what they had decided on.<br/><br/>The demon just stood there for a moment in confusion, scratching his head as his eyes wavered back and forth between Jonathan and the cloak. The whore interrupted his thoughts, asking that he preserve her life while she crossed. After that, he forgot what he had been worrying about. Ultimately, since he knew Jonathan just a bit better than he knew the cloak--and also since Jonathan was directly in front of him, the simplest path by far--he just opted to cut straight across.<br/><br/>"You will get wet, but I promise it won't hurt," Garash offered to the girl attached to his arm. Oblivious to all things, always.<br/><br/>He held her hand while he crossed, pulling her alongside him. At the deepest part in the middle, he pulled her tight up against him, blocking most of the current with his body. To keep her head above water, he ended up holding her in a cradling position. Then, since her weight barely registered for him, he continued to carry her even after the water receded.<br/><br/>"So that was swimming," he muttered. Garash had yet to connect the unfamiliar word to the actual action of swimming. "It was easy." He swiveled his head curiously, still unconsciously supporting Callie. "Which way is the hollow root?"