Davos survives the wildfire with a desperate dive underwater.
Sometimes this format can get frustrating. Davos swimming down barely lit into the rectangle. Though, I’m happy with how the motion of it worked out.
As he knifed through the green murk, he saw other men struggling beneath the water, pulled down to drown beneath the weight of plate and mail. Davos swam past them, kicking with all the strength left in his legs, giving himself up to the current, the water filling his eyes. Deeper he went, and deeper, and deeper still. With every stroke it grew harder to hold his breath. He remembered seeing the bottom, soft and dim, as a stream of bubbles burst from his lips. Davos pg 71
