The angel spat up some salt water and shook his head and wings, rustling off the heaviest of the water. For once, the angel didn't look regal: rather, he looked like a drowned, harassed turkey. Ambriel flailed a little in the dragon's grip, not sure whether to be thankful or to be annoyed at the dragon's rescue.
"Wasn't..." the angel attempted, before coughing, clearing his throat and spitting up some more sea water. "Wasn't being stupid, that wave snuck up on me." Ambriel turned around in the dragon's grip, his blue eyes looking up at the beast. "Nevertheless... Thank you."