"Easy for you to say," he grumbles, and tries to stop himself as he nears the exit. Stopping while leaning against the side, of course, is easy. Keeping his feet under him as he tries to get out, a little harder. He wobbles, grabs for Anduin's hand and avoids making eye contact as he guides himself off the ice.

"I am not a frost wyrm," he complains, "ice is not my element."