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He had not heard Kalika, nor did Whip know that she was in pursuit and watching from afar. Perhaps, if he had known she were near he would have gone her way, for it would be more favorable than most of the grunt work that the other sirens made Whip do. But, then again, Whip also had a duty to serve the other women of the Neriedes. He had an obligation to the woman who struggled to stand in the shore break. And though she refrained from taking Whip up on his offer to help, his obligation still stood lest he incur the anger of the rest of the Nereides.

She was, however, not perturbed by Whip's presence. "Okay," Whip spoke, opting to keep watch in the shallows. He then fell silent as her words reminded him of his sister, Raven. She had been selfless, helping others whenever she could... and for no reason, no less. There was something about that the Whip found admirable. "I'm interested. Are you a healer?" he asked, wondering if she was like his sister.