Watching her reach out for his hand, her appearance was rather unique. Fish scales and fins as far as the eyes could see. All the more appealing to his clear blue eyes.  But then there’s her face; Plastered in utter shock. She had a tight grip, but a tight grip was better than a weak grip. He pulled her up but let go as soon he did. He cleared his throat but kept a smile as he turned to the woman once again.<br/><br/>His eyebrow furrowed as he did a once over on the woman, or at least what he could see. She didn’t seem too hurt, but at least she was all right. As she finally answered his and Avis’ questions, Blake was rather surprised by the softness of her voice. He could hear her well and good, and even Caterpillar was listening to double up on all she told Blake. “She must be a shy one. I can hear her, but she sound so… afraid.” Caterpillar muttered.<br/><br/>“You haven’t given up, so that’s help right there.” He stated, his tone laced with assurance. He wasn’t going to jump the gun and say he and his present company would stop at nothing to help him.  This could be a trap for other... merfolk. Or worse, from Evran. Then again, this woman wouldn’t likely know Evran, let alone have heard of the bastard. “I hear what you’re saying, but I can’t ignore that I have some questions. Why don’t we head to the inn and talk about this further?” Twas too soon to say ‘So much for checking out the magic store with Avis.’ Speaking of Avis-whom he hoped didn’t feel ignored as another woman was present, he turned to face her, “Is that okay, friend?” He asked.