Mystic whimpered as he moved the broken arm. It still hurt and wasnâ€™t healing no matter how much water he drank. He drank the next cup she refilled with a needy drink. After so long without water he was needing so much to feel better. So much to rehydrate. He listened to her speak. Blinking as he realized she had caught him. â€œYes. I got it from my mother.â€ He said softly. Not sure he should tell her he was a demi-god. That he was the son of calypso and was a merdude. She seemed to already have guessed he wasnâ€™t human. Did she know he was a merdude? He wondered how she was so nice if she knew that. All he knew of land people is they were scary and men were evil. â€œMy arm hurts...â€ He whimpered. Moving his hand to indicate the broken one which was just flopping there when he moved. This next cup of water brought more color back. With it his hair gave off the soft scent of the ocean on a mid morning breeze. His hair now slightly moist. The bruises nearly all gone. He was feeling stronger again. â€œOne more...please.â€ he begged. Almost having drank the entire bucket. There was enough for a couple more glasses though.