@steph-anand
It was the middle of the night, and Thomas was in the ocean. Mellora had sent a messenger to let him know that she'd arrived safely in the North Atlantic - something he was very grateful for, considering that he'd been worrying about her ever since she'd left. He had about a million questions for the messenger...most of which she couldn't answer.
When she finally left, he turned around and let his body shift back into its human form, hooves turning to fingers and his tail separating into legs. He broke above the water with a gasp. Breathing was always the most painful part, he'd found.
He stepped out of the icy water and onto a rocky section of the beach where he'd left his clothes. He didn't expect anyone else to be around; after all, it was the middle of the night and the middle of winter. Nobody was really interested in going for a swim. He tugged on his pants and shoes first. He started walking along the beach as he pulled his shirt over his head...which was how he spotted Steph. Wide-eyed, he tugged his shirt down.
"Stephanie?" he called. He'd been keeping his distance from her ever since she'd tricked him into telling her about Isidore. But now that Mellora was gone and Isidore had put everything out in the open, he supposed it was safe. Besides, he felt a pang of concern for her. What was she doing out in the middle of the night? He hurried over.
"Are you alright? Aren't you cold?" He was the one standing on the beach in nothing more than jeans and a t-shirt, positively dripping wet, but the cold didn't seem to touch him the way it would a typical human. He glanced out at the water, then back to Steph. Quietly, he added, "Mellora's alright, you know. Safely at home."