Gilded Bay first night, first day

He watched her dutifully, but from afar. There wasn't a single part of Astraios that wasn't grateful for the presence of the siren, that wasn't fully devoted to her and their shared way of life. It was all he had known. All he could recall, anyways. He watched her dance with the surf as a child might watch an older sister, or a son gazing fondly upon a mother — nothing lewd, either way. The dampness of her fur cast her limbs with different shades. The gaiety in her eyes, the expression of her love of the Mother Sea, these were things Astraios cherished in his silence; he would be nearby if she had need of him, but knew when to hide away and give her moments of privacy. She was beautiful to him, and no amount of spite flowing from atop her tongue could erase that.