Jakob got up as soon as his bindings were undone, stretching a little. He couldn't do too much, for fear of reopening his wounds, but he could at least get blood flow back to his limbs. He followed Rea as quickly as he could; it was slower going for him than he would have liked. It was amazing how much movement originated in the back, really. One of those things you don't notice until you've injured yourself.<br/><br/>He followed her down the stairs. "I am hoping that you are of the knowing where you are going," he said stiffly as they hurried down the stairs. As they moved, he could feel his scabs cracking and starting to bleed.