This is not the time for being uncool and faceplanting into snow-sludge, life. Thanks.

Tidus does manage to save himself some dignity, his arm coming up to protect his head, stopping his slip from being as terrible as it can. But there's still the recovery, the sounds of shouting above his head--did Romeo just say something about the mumbra? The mambra?

He's picking himself up, at least onto his hands and knees, understanding the immediate danger that's more important than any shame or embarrassment.

"R-Romeo, hey, I'm fine! I'm fine!" Absolutely freezing but that doesn't matter right now. "I-I'll flood them! Just g-gimme a-a sec!"

Unless those wolves want to go running by Romeo's attacks...! They can see how they like getting a mini-wave thrown at them!