"The only way to change any of this is for me to get to land before I drown, and on land, I am vulnerable for awhile. I don't suppose you go wandering up on two legs, huh?" It was highly scandalous to do so except for specific hunting purposes for occasionally for mating when the pickings were slim or unfavourable. He spent as much time on two legs as he did in the water, but at least he could breathe above the waves when his gill slits sealed over.

So he continued to head to the shore, aware that it was a source of survival. The fact that the blond was still persistently following was less of an irritation and more of a curiosity now. Few mers were so forceful.