Cerulean Cape Settled in, into the pocket of a lighthouse on some rocky socket

Perhaps he could not remember her nor the exact place she spoke of but he knew the feeling that her words spurred. Warmth in his chest spread as he closed his eyes. Peace... He wheezed softly as his tail mindlessly swayed. Be. He finished the saying weakly, soaking in the emotions it brought before he opened his eyes again. Despite his lack of memory for her or for exactly Undersea (but he could not forget the emotions it brought on, could he?) he welcomed her presence more than he had anticipated.

If she did not stop him, he would aim to draw closer to her before moving to lie on the ground, resting his head near her legs and paws. He was tired and she was a safe beacon somehow. He did not question it or think long about it. Peace be. The male whispered once more as he informally rested at her paws.