Kitty lets out a curse. Of course he's no good at swimming. - Why would he be? It's clear that his powers are reduced in some way. Previously, he could no doubt turn into a fish quick as blinking, but here, now - he's hardly shifted his form even once, when before, he'd flick through them almost compulsively. He'd have no reason to learn to swim with human limbs, but now, he's stuck with them.

She's not such a strong swimmer herself, yet, but - But she sets off for him. There's no sign of him on the surface, but she thrusts her hand downward - and her fingers hit against something living. She gropes blindly and finds cloth, uses it to haul him up above the surface. Her arms scoop beneath his armpits, and she leans back to pull his face away from the waves. Her legs kick frantically to support herself and him.

"Breathe - " She urges him. And - "Are you all right?"

They sit low in the choppy water; the waves push at the sides of their heads. But there's a sort of equilibrium now, where they're not sinking and not in (immediate) danger of being pushed below.