Mystic looked at her. The water was bringing him back to hydrated state. Back to the way a mer should be even in his human form. He looked at her. She was so nice. She was so not scary. She seemed to genuinely want to help him. He didn't understand it as all his experience with land people this past six months was that they were dangerous. She handed him the cup and he began downing it again. Slower this time as he wasn't as desperate for water. She helped him move to his back against the wall as his arm just flopped and dangled there. The men had injured it but the fall and roll from the back of the wagon had broken it completely. He had then crawledish, stumbledish, draggedish his body from there to where he had collapsed but only with the help of animals he had called. That was the only way he had made it to what he was assuming was safety. He looked at her. "Can you fix it?" He asked her softly. She might have to use a bit of force to pop it back into place. Thankfully it wasn't fractured just broken and pulled out of place. He looked at her. "Land people scare me..." he said in a soft voice. "Yet you are so nice and aren't being mean or scary at all." He knew only that they had to be far, far, far away from the ocean because he heard no seagulls and could not smell the ocean on the breeze outside. He moved his legs together like they were a tail fin. Rather than them being legs.