"We have other seafarers here," he offered, tilting his head at her. "An each uisage, a merrow, a half-mermaid... perhaps you will feel more at home here among them than among those on land who cannot conceive what it is to be one with nature."
His smile was careful, not wanting her to be offended. "Do you have an idea of what you might like to do here at the carnival to earn your living? Do you have any particular talents beyond swimming?"