He's more stable now than a moment ago. He's leaning into the wall and frowning at how cold it feels. He dripped there and though he didn't mind dripping, being dry sounded nice. "Someone seems to enjoy tossing water at you. It's like they want your secret to get out."

He couldn't lift her in this form, no, and he didn't want to bring the tentacles out again, if it's all the same to anyone else, please. Besides, he wasn't sure how well he could control them with out fighting them to make them go back. Last time might have been lucky. But he helped as best he could with out toppling back into the pool.

As she started to dry herself, he slide down the wall a bit, so not to drip on her. As she got legs again and stood up, he looked her over then nodded. "That's never going to not impress me." he said, softly, then nodded again. "Rather be dry than walking around a hazard to you." He held his arms out a bit as if to say 'go for it' and waited.