Marty
Closing his eyes and blinking a few times, Icidro opts to smile and make no comment on his friend's pratfall. After one hell of a sympathy wince, of course. He wasn't going to say a damn thing about that.

At least, not right now.

"Here, just—" Stepping around Sapphire, Icidro motions to take the wheelbarrow, and simply pops out of existence with it in tow. The grass on the island slowly raises up, free from being trod upon, in the beat it takes to process Icidro waving from the other side of the moat.

"I'll meet you at the Hotel!" He calls out, hands cupping his mouth!
Fredia
Furo was not nearly so kind. No while he did not make a direct verbal comment, he waited silently long enough until Brad would obviously check in to see why. The engineer invting the drenched man to imagine all the comments prancing through his cranium. 

After Icidro took his leave, Furo would also cross the river and wait for the other two to get a move on; his worry to stick with the pair a little more grounded seeing that the group could have been dealing with wet dogs along with a wet Brad.
David
With Icidro taking care of moving the dogs across the lake Sapphire began to hop from stone to stone hands out to keep her balance in check. Having to keep her chuckle to herself she made it to the other side as well.