longer.blue

He was alive, then. The “kiss” had worked. His hand traced quickly to his neck, frightened but unable to forget the bloody holes that’d had to have been torn through. Instead, they lightly brushed up against soft flaps of skin, opening and closing. Not only was he alive, but he was breathing, breathing through his neck. He hurriedly scampered about in the water and attempted to get a better look at the rest of himself to see what had changed No fishy tail or webbed fingers, gratefully, but the fact he could see at all was astounding! “Are you finished ogling at yourself, Oliver?” “Aglaopheme? What happened, where’d you go? Wait! I just said your name, how did I do that?” “The ‘kiss’, remember? Now here, eat.” She interrupted brusquely, shoving some raw fish wrapped in seaweed. “You’ll need it to recover your strength, you’ll be a weak swimmer, so to make the best time we should head out as soon as the sun breaks”