He holds out a hand to stop her but she's too quick and disappears like tendrils of smoke between fingertips. Quite fitting for someone from a place called Tenebrae, he supposes.

He rushes to her when she surfaces, with relief. "Yes, I'll get these to shore quickly. Are you alright?" he inquires. There could be any number of things in the water - other people, spirits, plastic soda rings, who knows what dangers lurk! "I'm sure-- even if they are damaged, they can still sprout. Hopefully."