Wheeling Gull Isle these lights are way too loud

He had become - unintentionally - fascinated by Undersea's patient. Often times leaving gifts of fish for the medics to pass along or even just keeping a (distant) eye on the cave to make sure nothing came by to further harm the male.

And as such his time from the lagoon became more distant and he instead seemed to be drifting towards an inland life.

Which was fine and well for the most part. The whole island was beautiful even if he found himself deeply in love with the rocky shores of the lagoon. Perhaps he needed to return back there for a few days to reroot that love.

Today he dared to get a bit closer. This time he found himself drifting towards the mouth of the den but not entering just yet. Instead his pale silver eyes peered into its depths with obvious interest. Hello. Rokig's voice was gentle and small as if any loud noise might further break the male.