She's not going to just leave Aziraphale to fend for himself, and she's certainly not going to let him go back into the water, not as injured as he is. Not to mention she's no idea if anything truly lurks in the depths. It wouldn't surprise her, honestly; she thinks she can feel a presence lurking, but this place has thrown her magic and senses off something fierce.

"I tended to a large field of flowers at home, one that my ancestors have been growing and caring for for nearly two thousand years," she states gently; not that it matters now. She's certain that Niflheim has gone in and burned her beloved Sylleblossoms and her home at this point. Assuming that her star hasn't already been plunged into eternal darkness.

She pushes that thought out of her head for now. "Take it easy... ah. Did you happen to see anything lurking about in the water at all?"