[ It’s true, his size is intimidating, but Theon has met large men before. In fact, Reinhardt reminds him of Greatjon Umber in more ways than one, though the Greatjon’s spirited laugh alone would have been enough to frighten the fish away within seconds.

Theon doesn’t glance up until the other man begins to shift. He hesitates, clearly holding back, not wanting to tell him what to do out of fear that he may suffer consequences for it. That was always how it had been in the Dreadfort.

But this isn’t the Dreadfort he reminds himself. And this isn’t Ramsay. Carefully, he ventures to speak once more: ]

There’s still water beneath us.

[ Of course there is, fool, he scolds himself, dragging a hand over his face as he tries to find better words. ]

Any movement we make up here causes some sort of vibration down there. It’s the same as if you were to throw a stone into the water, only…lesser. Either one tells the fish not to come near.