Yeosang gently sets the human on wet sand of a nearby beach, glad that no one else is around to see them. He looms over them, trying to make sure they're still alive, and pats their face. He has no idea why he saved this human, but it's already done. Maybe he can even learn something new from them.

"Hello?" He quietly inquires, the moonlight illuminating the human's face. He pokes them. "Hello...?"

The human couldn't be dead, right? Yeosang hopes not, that'd be unfortunate.