Eric frowned at what Lucas said. What kind of parent, what kind of mother, would do that to a child? His own mother had only left him when she'd become pregnant with a child of another bloom, when she wanted to give birth with the father of her newborn. He wasn't going to express that, though, because his idyllic childhood wasn't something he wanted to talk about to someone who'd suffered so horribly.
So, instead, he sat back on his heels, wiping blood from his face with the back of his hand as he watched, transfixed. The transformation was incredible, full-bodied and, to someone who hadn't spent hundreds of years eating angler fish and fighting krakens, likely very terrifying. And he could fly. Eric grinned at that, craning his neck to watch him do laps over the lagoon.
"Very impressive." He said with a nod, the fascination still obvious in his eyes. "I not transform. Just have teeth and nails that grow longer, and glow that lights up in dark water."