The creature's bioluminescent patterns ripple faintly, but its eyes stay locked on Kyren, studying him as if weighing his intentions. It speaks again, the tone gentle, but the words remain a mystery. "Talin'rae… varis shal?"
Kyren holds his hands out in a placating gesture. "I don't understand," he says, shaking his head slightly. He points to his ear fins, then waves his hand as if to show confusion. "Your language—it's… I can't."
Sha'rel pauses, its expression shifting to something resembling thoughtfulness. It glances around, its body language more relaxed now, as though reassured by Kyren's calm demeanor. It reaches out slowly, its webbed fingers tracing a small, glowing swirl in the water—a gesture Kyren doesn't recognize but finds strangely mesmerizing.
