Cerulean Cape I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind

"Wha-!?" Aimi was a bit taken back by his proclamations, and her ears pinned against her skull in, again, confusion and frustration. "I come from home to see random boy lying on shore, of course I confused as well!" Sure, Aimi's direct demenor didn't exactly make her seem like the empathetic type (and really, she was pretty terrible at relying outward empathy like a normal person...). But that weakness of hers was the very reason why her attempt at being helpful was failing -- it was stressful.

Aimi was not the one currently recovering from being washed up from the shore, but her stubborn mind made her think she was currently on equal footing with the boy she was arguing with right now, solely due to the fact that they were arguing. She grunted turned her head away, now in a soured mood. Though she wasn't planning leaving. The boy was pissy, but clearly needed help. And she wouldn't leave until that happened. since she came with the intent "I Aimi of Yuélóng," she answered ",and I don't need balls to ask a question, Renwick." She retorted while sharply turning back to him.

A sigh left her lips. Realizing she wasn't going to go far with this plan to help him if they were arguing. "L-look! You need help or not?"