Ashva was at that point wondering exactly what he'd woken up to. Things clearly was utterly upside-down in this world when the prey was trying to get him out of the water to come with him. He also was quite bad at it - had he never tried to grab someone before?
After some slightly indignant wriggling at being man-handled, Ashva remembered he was supposed to be a helpless little nixie, and groggily wondered what to do next. They usually cried, right? Cried and begged to be let go? But it was just so undignified.
He settled for sitting on top of the water, waiting to see what exactly the rock-throwing-prey wanted from him. He kept talking very fast and it was all very confusing.
"My face is on my skull?" Ashva tried, helplessly lost in the barrage of words.
He realised he still hadn't found clothes and this was probably something he was supposed to be concerned about. "You will give me your clothes, yes?" he asked, hopefully.