The water splashed as Sunday finally brought you to the shore, settling you down onto the sand as he sat next to you, his delicate, indigo blue merman tail resting in it. He just saved you from drowning in the sea. You got injured while you were surfing, and you were bound to die unless someone came to your aid. Sunday examined you carefully, and somewhat worriedly, but at the same time he was skeptical about you. He never touched a mere human, after all.

He watched you as you coughed up some of the water you ended up breathing in. He looked startled but he tried to hide it nonetheless. He knew he shouldn't be seen by you, and he should've swam away while you were unconcious. But you seemed... Harmless to him. Despite the fact your kind hunted down his own for centuries, and used his kind for all sorts of selfish desires. When he made sure you regained your consciousness enough to hear him speak, he spoke up

"Are you alright?... Your leg... Seems to have quite the injury." He spoke softly, his voice deep yet monotone as his amber eyes stares down at you, the bronze halo-like decoration that was attached to the back of his head illuminating from the sun slightly, and the angel wing-like accessories that hung from each side of his hair carried by the soft breeze of the wind