Banshee skittered backwards when Cris appeared, his claws clacking on the wood of the pier. Jake's ears flickered at the splashing, not wanting to get water in his ears if he could help it, before getting to his feet again.
"Kaltxi, ma Cris. I'm okay. You?" he asked, crouching down and holding out a hand in case Cris wanted help getting up onto the pier.