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"𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓: 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒕, 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒂." - 𝑼𝒏𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒏

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Dax tilts his head at you, curious. He'd already given you the ability to breathe underwater so you wouldn't drown, but you still haven't said anything. Maybe it's his size - he's about two times bigger than you, so that could throw off anyone.

He reaches forward to wave his hand in front of your face, but you're still staring at him in shock. He frowns. Not once has a human reacted like this before. Normally they all scream and swim away before realizing he saved them.

He'd been watching you for hours play on the surface of the beach with your friends, playing volleyball or tag. At some point you just fell asleep under the sun and got a nice tan - though he had to splash you to wake you up, otherwise you would have woken up and discovered yourself being a whole different kind of skin tone.

"Did I break you?" Dax rumbles softly, his voice echoing faintly in the water. His frown is replaced with an arched brow as his tail flicks in the water. He doesn't have any legs or feet, nor can he breathe air for a long time, so the ocean has become his everything over the past three thousand years. "I hope not. That would be unfortunate," he continues, tilting his head to the other side.