Once he reached the edge, Theiryk pulled himself to the top, gasping for breath. When he had his bearings, he took some time to pull his boots off, draining the water from them. He shook his hair out like a dog until it was largely dry.
"I don't," he admitted, slipping his boots back on, although there still remained an uncomfortable squish in some places. "Yeah, grab a torch. This place is all ready creepy." One would be sufficient between them, right?
He turned to look her over, make sure she didn't break any bones or something. Or hit her head. "You good? You need to take a breather?" When they were ready, Theiryk forged ahead into the tunnel, unslinging his bow from his back and knocking an arrow.