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She let out a nervous whine feeling one his rough hands slide under her tail while the other wrapped carefully around her back. She stared into his eyes for but a moment before looking away and crossing her arms over her chest. She didn't feel as nervous as she thought she would in his arms, though she wasn't about to let her guard down just yet.

She nodded when he stated that it would be alright, even if she didn't believe it, she appreciated the sentiment. Her nerves got the best of her as he brought her up onto the deck. She wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face into it, not caring to meet each gaze that belonged to Connor's crewmen.

As he continued to speak she was able to understand bits and pieces of what he said. More promises it sounded like, it wasn't his choice of words that she appreciated as much as the gentleness of his tone. She took the robe and covered herself with it rubbing her face against the soft fabric and freeing her cheeks of the water drenched auburn tresses that once clung to them.

Connor seemed to be in deep thought, his movements had stopped and he seemed distracted by what she assumed was the water. Was he scared of it? She wondered, her gaze shifting back and forth from the water to the man from Thalore.

"...S-Ship.." she muttered.

When Connor still didn't move she looked at the water again, it did look enticing, but the waves were foreign to her and surely wouldn't be as welcoming as her own. She looked up at Connor once more, she wasn't sure what was going on with him, she couldn't read his mind in fact, she had a hard time reading him all together.

Maybe he was scared of the water? What else could he be worried about?

"...I'll protect ye" she mimicked.

"..Smooth" she mused the word feeling strange on her tongue. He seemed to be intrigued by her tail as he touched it and stared at it intently almost as if he was waiting for something to happen. She placed her hand onto the edge of the tub her tail turning a light copper color.

She jumped slightly when Connor called over his shoulder for one of his mates and let out a small whine when another man rushed down to see what Connor desired. She lowered herself into the water again as the man gave her a quick glance. When Connor spoke again she stared at him unsure how to answer. She would have to go with him, she had no idea where she was, and ever since her encounter with the witch she didn't seem quite like herself, she felt weak.

"...will, come along" she spoke softly.

She gave a small nod and smiled excitedly at the recognition of her own name.

“Asena” she spoke again placing her hand on her chest before pointing at the Northerner.

“Connor..” the pronunciation of his name seemed easier to say.

“Connor...Asena..” she mumbled watching as he walked over to an assortment of jars and opened one of them examining the remnants of what appeared to be seaweed. She tilted her head when the jar was offered to her and watched as he rubbed his stomach and pretended to eat it.

She reached into the jar pulling out a strand of Seaweed and began to rub her tail with it

“...Not..Food” she smiled continuing to use the green plant to exfoliate her tail. Once she was finished she grabbed Connor’s hand and slowly started to guide it to her tail for him to feel. “...Soft…”

She lowered herself into the water hearing footsteps approach the doorway, she whispered quietly to herself in her mother language…

What was being said? Who could say. Goods...they were stealing?

She wasn’t sure why she was surprised, they were pirates after all. Black hearted men who were cursed with dissatisfaction until the day they died, their greed being their main source of death.

“...C-Co-Conn-or” she spoke slowly she tilted her head when he put his hand towards her not understanding at first.

“...Asena,” she finally spoke after a few minutes.

There was a man, a man walking towards the tub his fingers clasped tightly around some sort of strange weapon.

She had never seen a weapon such as this before, and it all but glimmered in the candle light. As the man continued his stride towards her she let out a low hiss, one of warning, she hadn’t meant it to sound challenging, but perhaps it did because he continued to move forward. She panicked pressing her back against the cool copper vessel, she frantically looked around whimpering softly her pupils dilating as she let out a high pitched cry. Not a scream, but an agglomeration of notes, ones specifically used among her people to call for aid.

As he held the robe out to her she quickly latched onto it and closed her eyes tightly trying to concentrate. Her tail that was once orange and white with specks of black slowly started to shift to the color of the robe as she tried to make herself less noticeable.

To anyone else this performance would have proven to be ridiculous, laughable even, but to her it was necessary. This was a life or death situation, or at least that’s what she perceived this to be. As he spoke, she opened her eyes, her hands letting go of the robe immediately once it became obvious that her attempt at hiding in plain sight were to no avail.

As he spoke she scrunched up her face in confusion, what the devil was he going on about? She shook her head trying to make it clear that she couldn’t understand a word he was saying. Connor...she assumed that was what this human called himself, and she recognized the word Thalore, she had cousins that roamed those waters..though they were distant.

She placed her hands on the edge of the tub her attention turning to the doorway behind the northerner. She could hear the voices of other man, a distinct difference in their tones and accents to those of the Sandarian crew.

She wondered what had happened to them.