He nods in agreement. They may be unable to exit this world, but they can make their choices within its borders, try to survive. The jelly can apparently only wait for aid that may or may not come. Altaïr would hate to be so helpless.

"An excellent question." Taking a quick look around, he spots an unfamiliar local who appears to have some idea of what she's doing. The necessary tasks are simple, if not easy; lift the creature onto a canvas being prepared nearby, keep it wet in the meantime, and eventually assist with carrying it back to the water.

"We may be in for a few shocks." He accepts a pair of the offered gloves and begins undoing the ones he came with so they can be replaced. "I think we're tough enough to handle that."