Jango sat back against the headboard, watching her approach with a bit of concern. Thankfully, her reasons for leaving only seemed to be insomnia but confusions crossed his face as she asked about the children of Jalung and if they'd ever come on land. Concern turned to shock as she stated that she thought she'd just met one on her walk.<br/><br/>"What?" He said incredulously. "I mean... there's stories. Stories about them coming up on land at night but there's no way to know if those were just to scare children or were actually real..." He put an arm around her, holding her loosely, feeling a little protective at the sight of her uncertainty. "What did it look like?" he asked, a measure of curiosity in his voice even as his eyes checked her over to make sure she was alright. He knew there were conflicting stories. Some said they looked like giant octopuses according to some of the carvings around the island, like miniature versions of Jalung. But that could just be metaphoric representation since the artist might never have actually seen them. Other stories said they were like humans but different, dark and twisted.