[Despite the humor of the situation and her dramatics, Ardyn can't help but feel a little sorry for Grell -- but only after his laughter fades completely, to be replaced by a grin that he's trying to tone down for her sake. He sloshes through the water closer to her, putting his free hand on her shoulder. She's allowed to feel pitiful, he imagines.]

There is none. Life is unfair, especially where the sea is concerned. A cruel, unrelenting mistress. Never trust her again.

[And then, with a bit less flippancy and slightly more concern.] Let's find you a towel to dry off with, hm? I'd hate for you to catch a cold.