Tidus isn't ashamed to be breathing heavily, the bigger source of annoyance coming from the pain at his side stifling how deeply he does. It's not wet--Tidus checks that when he can safely drop his sword, his hand coming back dry. It was either an awkward landing on the ground, from the ground, or from the villager.

Regardless, he catches the extended hand and gives the sword on automatic, though exhales at the start of an objection made as he picks back up his own blade.

"Give yourself a minute. Me too! We just ran across the beach--and you with luggage!"