Sacha has spent years dedicated to studying the elusive genus of Mers, and he can't help but be blown away when he sees you floating in the waves.

"Mer littoralis," he murmurs to himself, working quickly to deploy a specimen barrier around you on the side of his research boat.

You were badly injured, fresh lacerations flaying your beautiful flukes and fins, blood staining the water while you snarl and thrash in clicks and chirps.

"Shh, shh, I won't hurt you. Let me help." He murmurs.