Seth's view from the forest was troubling, to say the least. Valon, at least, came about to distract the thrashing fire-breathing drake, which was good news, because then it would be easier to slash the underbelly of the drake from behind. But... that was really dangerous, and he was hesitant to do so. On the other hand, what if it killed the mage and did whatever to the maiden? It may take her as a sacrifice, slay her on the spot, or eat her. He didn't know- what he did know was that someone else was in imminently more danger, and was carrying his things. 

He didn't like have choices, nope, no choices are much better because then he wouldn't have to deal with having to decide and choose one person over another and save one person or another, but he could just go with "she has my stuff," if anyone asks. Then he can come back and help take down the drake, if it's not already dead or fled. Valon can handle it, he was sure, or at least, hoped so.

He again shot through the forest, angling around and away from the drake so that it couldn't possibly hear him or detect him with its thrashing about, and bolted through the forest to the water's edge. She was already farther downstream- hopefully Valon will stay focused, or see him and focus again on the drake. 

Then he tripped and faceplanted, just as he was catching up with her. Being a master assassin, he shrugged off the pain from his rather epic faceplant from running full-speed, and again started running, trying to catch up with Phoenix, the waterlogged warrior lady. He wondered what it'd do to her ego- and his. If he manages to pull her out, she looks heavier than he, taller too.

But no matter! With another dive aimed more or less near Phoenix, he slipped into the water at a particularly rough spot and was jostled about, as he made his way towards her, grabbing a shoulder and the arm connected to it, trying to signal to her to grab onto the rock  in the middle of the stream, that was approaching a little faster than he'd like. Either way, he held on and tried steering her into the rock, so that at the very least, she'll be able to get a breath.

And when they did hit, he had the misfortune at NOT being aligned with the rock, and the current began dragging him away, so as much as he wouldn't like to, he tightened his grip on the arm that he had a hold of, and switched his other hand to her other arm, pulling himself behind the rock into it's slightly-calmer water, using Phoenix as a handle and the rock as the anchor to that handle. 

So, shivering, he said the only logical thing. 

"Fuck, my hood's down."