Ivar's been having the same struggle. The water just keeps rising and there's nothing he can do to escape it. This is how he goes then, the worst way imaginable he can think of to die. It's only by sheer luck he ends up in front of a mirror while trying to move to a higher floor. When he realizes the water flows around it, he finally has a moment's respite. But it's short, for he can hear the sounds of someone struggling greatly.

Looking out, he can see Ellie about to go under in the current. As she goes by, a hand grabs a hold of her wrist in a grip so tight it might have broken it under different circumstances. Whoever is holding onto her is really strong. No surprise there considering he's used his arms to get around most of his life. She nearly tears out of his grasp with how strong the water is flowing, but for once, those cumbersome leg braces work in his favor. They give Ivar a solid center of gravity that allows him to pull on her until she's finally out of the flood.

He stumbles back until he's hauled them both in front of the mirror. He's panting a little from the effort. "Eru yðr allt í lagi?" 'Are you alright?' He asks in a concerned tone.