The ongoing and frankly rather sad struggle with clothing while wet is a reminder to not try to get dressed while wet in the future; so much slips away after eons of simply not having a body long enough TO have to worry about such things on the regular.

And the struggle pauses when Illarion offers to assist, staring blankly at the bird-elezen for a long, long moment.

Eventually a conclusion IS reached, and he shrugs. "As you'd like, I've no issue one way or another." His issue! Is sticky damp fabric!! And maybe if it helped end the indignity a little bit sooner it would be a worthwhile thing to endure. "And the places from whence we have come? Is the sea our venue to return there as well?"