"No. 'ut now I got fuhr, so not naked," Hank said, almost with an "i told you so" tone, grinning his bear grin. He did feel at more liberty to be silly and open when he was in bear form. Maybe it was because social niceties weren't expected of a wild animal.
As soon as she mentioned getting out he turned, swimming back to where they'd gotten out and heading to a nearby bank, climbing out. It was odd, the more gradual shift from the weightlessness of water to the heavy movement of four legs, but he kept it as careful and smooth as possible, moving over to to clothing and kneeling down to let her off, resisting the urge to shake the water out of his fur.
"Are you safe getting ho'ne?" he asked. If she'd feel better with a bear escort he'd be happy to oblige.