Zack takes the offered help regardless, clasping Cloud's arm and tugging himself up. He's braced for Cloud to come tumbling forward, given the strength difference- wait-

"Oh, right." He laughs about it, and holds his arms out as he takes in fact he's soaking wet. The steam rising from his body hasn't stopped either. "Well, don't know what to do about that, but..."

Zack hooks his fingers under the hem of his shirt, and pulls it off over the top of his head. Hanging around in wet clothes is not exactly fun, after all.

"Heh, we gotta get you better jokes, buddy," he teases, and trudges towards the dry part of their shelter to continue stripping down.