Don't split hairs. [Please... Rooks don't count. Ned's people certainly don't know where the hell he went, so it's sort of clandestine. It's that look on Jacob's face that gets Ned to cooperate with the hand on his back, turning to look out toward the river.

This lasts about five seconds, before Ned isn't shrugging him off so much as leaning forward under the pretense of pulling one of his knees up to his chest. It's not that Jacob's hands on him are objectionable, but... Well.

Anyway.] I never got into sailing. Trains you can move around on a little, you know? But a ship—more than a week on a cheap steamer is plenty enough to turn you off sailing.