Yes... it's easy to forget about being organized when you're worried. [It makes perfect sense to her, and she assumes it would to him, as well.
The question gets a quiet laugh from her at first, the tone somewhat self-deprecating, really. She's alright, only the wind isn't exactly making it too easy for her.]
I'm alright, and I know where I am... on the island with the sand and wings. But-- the wind... I suppose I'm not exactly dressed for the weather. [Since her dress keeps catching the wind, billowing around her and making it difficult to move, and her long hair gets in her eyes.]