Wan chewed as his lip before backing away from the castle a good fifteen feet. He bounced in place and called out to her, "Shit always happens. I'm not going let what-if's stop me from trying."
With that, his focus shifted to the wall. There was a window on the second floor, about twenty feet up from where she st. That was his first marker. He crouched, took a breath, then darted forward. The momentum from the run gave him a small boost when he jumped at the wall, catching hand-holds on the uneven brick work about twice his height up. And once he had the first of them, he was moving almost without thought. He swung his arms and legs, brick to brick at the same speed he would walk down the hall. Brisk, but not exhausting. He made it to the window within seconds and from there he was on to his next marker: a ledge somewhere near the fourth floor (best estimate). The stone work changed somewhat after that, the bricks getting bigger and a little smoother. At that point he'd have to start planning the stretches between markers a little more in advance. For the moment, though, he didn't. He could just move and not worry about it.