Mystic may not have been in the ocean in a while yet the ocean was part of who he was. He looked at her while he sang to her. He sang the entire song from deep within the very core of who he was. He looked at her as she opened hers once more. He flushed bright red and felt a shiver (a good one) shoot through him as she kissed him on his jaw. Taking her hand into his own. Holding hers happily. He looks at her and smiles more.<br/><br/>A few days later........<br/><br/>Mystic was in the kitchen and drinking down his second pitcher of water. He needed to be submerged in the water and soon. He was sweating. Sure he could go long periods of time without being in the water but it was over half a year without being in water. He was starting to grow weaker. Physically and magically. He sinks down a bit yet forces himself to stand. He hoped Arisu would wake up soon. he needed to go to the water. Needed to submerge in it and to talk to his mother while in the water. To ask about the object that would keep her from getting cold or sick in the water. As well as to ask her about if there was a way to help her be able to live under water with him at times. He was sweating and praying for Arisu to wake and come downstairs soon.