Under ordinary circumstances, if he weren't so worried, Felix would strike him as beautiful like this. The long sleek line of his tail, the graceful curve of his fins, the shimmering scales that help him fade into the surrounding water to the untrained eye, the dark cloud of his hair billowing behind him..... It's not an entirely human beauty, but that hardly matters to him.

Seteth slows as he approaches, wings flaring open to kill his momentum in the water; it won't do either of them any good for him to get stabbed, no matter how insignificant a short sword like that is at this size. There's no way to speak normally underwater like this; Seteth's voice drifts into Felix's mind instead. "This isn't where you belong, Felix."