"I will need it, there are places I cannot reach easily. My wings are going to be a wreck," he huffs and shakes them, already VERY irritated with the sand and water being EVERYWHERE but at least now there is soap. "But I could not avoid it. There was a young child, and her mother."

Skellig looks up at her as he is harshly scrubbing at his chest, where the worst of the blood spatter - rinsed off by the waves, but he can still FEEL the sickness despite the sting from her spell.

"I was pulled."