"There wouldn't be a body." Quentin says quietly, jaw clenched to stop his lips from trembling, "Not if I fall in to the river. The current. It's too strong."

But that's not the main concern. Quentin would barely hesitate to throw his own life away, if it meant saving somebody else. If the gain from him dying would outweigh that loss. He'd done it before, bargained his life away or died, trying to save the world. But this is different.

If he dies here, Eliot would be left alone. Defenseless. Under some kind of spell and who knows when he might wake up - it could be years. So, just like when he crossed the woods dragging Eliot, Quentin is more careful now. He still wants to leave Riku off the hook. Riku who has been doing more than anyone to find supplies and make this place safer.

"I thought you were going to get some sleep?"