Steve honestly expected more verbal repetitions of how dangerous it was going to be, or for him to go home. Maybe the other mer could learn, after all. His clan would be a little bit worried about him but it'll be more along the lines of exasperation than anything else. And this...this was more important than what he had in the right now. Steve felt that truth deep in the gut. He was not abandoning the sea, more like leaving it temporarily to make sure one of its lost members make it back.

Given how fast he could swim even with the debris littering liberally along the shoreline, Steve reached the agreed upon meeting place near the lighthouse and found a relatively out of sight place close to some big rocks at the base of the lighthouse and began drying himself off with sand immediately. When the other mer arrived, he had almost gained his legs, with the help of cloudless sky and a hot sun.