How could a creature look so delicate at such a state of pain? The merman glared up at you as he grimaced in main, the blood from his wound, a deep cut on the side of his head and a scab of a slowly healing gash. His light hair flicked with dark blood, his tail flicked weakly in the water.

You were a surfer swimming around for a good wave when you saw a floating body, luckily still alive, though snarky and hissing at you through gritted teeth.

”Go away,” he whimpered.