A moment later Wanda is beside him, hoping the icy water didn't harm him too much. As sturdy as he looks, you never really know. She hesitates to reach and physically touch him to help him up--she'd probably not be much help with her own muscle, anyway.

"Are you okay?" She asks. A lesson learned about the ice, at least. "Here."

A wave of her hand has the water wicking away from the surface of him, fending off some of the biting cold. Not a thorough job, but it'll help.