She thought about calling him an idiot when he asked if they could make it to town, but didn't waste her breath. There was no way they could outrun whatever this thing was for that long. The closest little village was miles away, and miles more until Ketra. No, they didn't have that kind of time, especially not with Rook dragging like he was. It was kind of surprising he was doing this well considering how much pain he had to be in.
When he made up his mind to head for the river she led the way, mind trying to work out a plan. They couldn't outrun it forever, but could they make a stand? It would be ironic to end up with their backs to the river and no way out. The nearest fjord was miles from here, but maybe they could swim? The current was strong and swift, treading water would be difficult, and they were as likely to drown as to get pulled downstream fast enough to get away.
Roxanne felt herself pitch forward and let go of Rook's hand as she stumbled and ended up sliding the last couple feet down with a soft splash at the end. The creek was only a few inches deep here and no more than two feet at its deepest. Cursing, and not caring how loudly, she struggled back to her feet. "Ow, bloody hell, keep going. Dirk! Where are you when I need you? You bird-brained brat."