Adasse looked back at him, immensely relieved that Sorrel knew what was happening. Even if it was absolutely shitty on all levels of shitty, Sorrel knew what was going on. So that meant, Sorrel could figure out a way to fix this.

He squeezed Sorrel's hand in turn, nodding his head. "Yeah, it's all ... leaky. Like a bad bucket." He frowned, rubbing his face. "Maker's balls - I've been panicking all night. Probably made it ten times worse."

He looks over at Sorrel again, "Do you know how to stop it? Or at least, have you got some idea where to start?"