Valon was dragged out of the water in an almost herculean effort of strenght, his robes was soaked through and their wieght sure exceeded his own. As soon as Krea let him go there was little he could do between the slippery mud and his clothes weighing a metric ass-ton, he fell down with a most unceremonious squirt.  Something moved within his robes and struggled to find a way out, thinking that Leyling was in trouble, Valon did what he could to find a safe passage for his friend, and was truly amazed when a silvery fich about the size of his foot jumped out, before he could gather his senses the fish had reached the water and escaped. No fish for breakfast this day.
"So, let's review..." He said, and fished his hat out of the water with his staff. 
"No breakfast, drake wanting to eat us, damsel in distress half drowned, barely got away with our lives..." He counted out on his fingers. "All in all, better morning than yesterday."

He took in the scene. Seth was cradling his arm, which was leaking at an alarming rate. Their rescuee was on the ground, he had to find out if their troubles would pay off. After all, ladies that were rescued from dragons always turned out to be princesses or something like that... 
He fought (against gravity) to stand up, and seemed to manage as long as he remained somewhat upright. The weight displacement would sent him right back down if he leaned over too much. Stiffly he made his way over to Seth and the lady. His first concern was of course Seth, but bandaging wounds and healing spells were never his forté. "You'll have to do something about that, once you run dry you'll be no fun at all" he said, as if Seth hadn't figured that out already.
Standing above the woman, Valon noticed her dress. It wasn't a typical princess dress, although if you are going to be eaten by a dragon there's no point in dressing up. It was actually nothing more than rags, if she hadn't just been rescued from a dragon, one might actually believe that she was an entirely ordinary person.