Ocean's Breath Plateau times could be much worse

He was unwell, but he wasn't. There was no sickness that plagued him (that he knew of), and the moment the acid left his tongue, Tryphon felt better, but also mostly confused. He did not know why he felt so agitated by the presence of the sea. It was still quite a hike away from him — merely a shadow on the horizon, a dark swatch of twinkling blue — but his body was filled with tension as he looked out at it. The voice that came upon him was a surprise too; it was kind, but Tryphon had not expected to have company in this strange place, and his platinum scruff prickled with an electric ferality.

While he did glance at her, hear her, Tryphon's attention led his eye back down to the mess at his feet. He stared down at it as if to study it. Maybe to will it back in to his stomach? He made a strange little face at it, and then adjusted himself - stepping back and facing the woman as if the whole throwing up episode hadn't even happened. At this point he scrutinized her, and cryptically pondered aloud, Are you here... on Her behalf?

Had he inadvertently called her forth somehow?