"Correction, you have at least once in your life attacked someone," Hjortur quipped in to make sure that what had just happened wasn't going to get brushed over. He wasn't usually this hostile, but he was still on his guard.

That said, it was growing hard to maintain given the daemon's apparent genuine confusion. With a sigh, the naiad looked upward and pinched the bridge of his nose before dropping his hand and taking a deep breath to try and calm down. "It's fine... It's fine." A pause as he ran his hand through his hair. "I... have an issue with sharks - apparently they find me particularly delicious. It is quite a problem actually. You have a fin, but I've not have issues with daemon before. Perhaps food for thought - not sure."

And now he felt awkward, and a bit like an a**.

"Well, uh... Take care. And perhaps get that checked with a healer."

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