Wren relaxes a little as the young man pauses in his struggle and lets the wave push him; he takes in the constant moving energy of the waves, like home a little.

"You're a siren," he says, bluntly. "Like Siren Cove. Like me. When you --" he still isn't sure if the fall was an accident or a jump. "Hit the water, your body tried to protect you by changing to a form that could swim." He winces a little. "I know this sounds crazy. But you should be able to feel it. That the water won't hurt you."