The siren wasn't familiar with the thought of having a home, nor did she ever wish she had one. She lived in solitude, exiled like an outcast for something that was completely out of her own control. Unbeknownst to her own future, it would go turning upside down, quickly, for the possible worse.

This life was never even made for her. She lived among her own people, not above the surface with those who walked on the lands. Still with you? Nyx as if she could be herself without the condemntary looks she got from her own peers.

Your presence was entirely new to her, but she was drawn to you like you were the sea, her home. She knew it was a bit ironic to fall in love with someone who just reminded you of home.

A lazy grin appeared on the yoman's face, the waves rolling onto her feet as she sat on the edge “C'mon now, doll.” She sat upright, supporting her weight on her elbows, looking at you through her shades. “You'll have to take a break any time now. If you keep on trying to control the sea, it'll just control you instead.”

Soon, she then looked at the bag that you brought with you and rummaged through it to find some sunscreen, although knowing she didn't particularly need it because of her 'half-siren' advantages, she still asked. "C'mere, little witch. You should help put some sun screen on my back.”

She knew how corny it was, but was that the only way she'd get you closer to her.