Moana stayed, and it was only a few minutes later that she changed back. He pulled off his jacket and hand it to her than he kneels down to look at her leg. He frowned at how much it was bleeding. âI think you need stitches, Do you sirens have a healer of some sort that would know what to do?â He highly doubted any surgeons at camp would know what to do with a sirenâs bleeding leg.
Daphne wrapped the large jacket around herself, its warmth shielding her from the morning chill. She watched as he looked over her leg, curious as what he would do. Daphne furrowed her brow in thought at his question. âIâve been told that our legs are just the same as any humans, so any healer would really.â She leaned down to tie the cloth back around her leg like how she had seen him do.
