Thankfully, Jacob knows where he's going. He might not be able to sail over great fissures in the ground like their little puddles, but he has got one trick up his sleeve. He can see the invisible path of the corridor they're following, the ladder up to the roof outlined in gold only a few twists and turns ahead. He's aiming for that, his path confident.

"Good man." He says, smiling at Zishu. "It's good to get stuck in, sitting back and watching never helped anyone."