She gives out a startled noise of dismay when he starts to feel slimy - but it's just a trick of the fur that he sprouts. He's not, as she thought, turning into an octopus or an eel or something else horrible. Which is doubly fortunate, because this new form is big enough that she can hold onto him to get back, which...She probably could have made it back, but she's not completely sure. So. This is good.

They make it to a little dock jutting out into the water. She grabs hold and yanks herself up (treading only once on his bewhiskered head, which gets him a muttered sorry), then holds her hand down to him to help him onto solid ground. She's shivering powerfully, teeth clacking in her head. The night was chilly, but not unbearable when dry - but with the both of them drenched in the harbor's water, the cold might be enough to kill them.

"We'll need to find an - an inn, or someplace of the like. Quick as we can."