He had looked for the others as they pulled him from the water and sought signs of them in the barracks after he had found a bed and clothing. Perhaps he should have asked around, sought signs of them outside of the outpost but, the truth was, he had assumed as in so much, he might proceed them. Though if he had seen a game going on, he most certainly would have looked for Jesper amongst those playing.

Certainly he would not have looked for his Wraith behind a bar. If he was in his right mind at seeing her, he would wonder why he's off in this place that he hadn't sensed her the moment he crossed the threshold but he certainly was not going to let that happen again.

But in that moment his only thought was her. The entire world pinpointed on her for a moment. The lilt of her voice, the graceful way she moves as she sets the glass before him. None of the noises from the other reaches him in that moment, even if all another might see is a tensing in his shoulders and the widening of his eyes. Yet he knows what she might read in that, even as his hand moves not for the glass but across the bar top, stopping as it lay there on the wood, pale and bare.

"I thought you might make your presence known the moment they dragged me from that awful pool," he says, words tight and clipped but an easy taunt in the way things can be between them, acting as if nothing's changed when they're standing in an entirely new world.