[ Well, who can argue with that? Misha ducks down to take his arms and weathers the next wave as best she can. Once that one is gone, she tugs him up until she can wrap her arms underneath his and lift him out of the water entirely. That doesn't negate the rain or the winds, but it takes away a lot of the immediate danger. ]

God, what the hell kind of storm is this? Let's get back to the town! If I move us, can you get around onto my back instead?