"Mermaids is not so bad," Ehmoi said, a little incoherently. "They always tried to sink the ship. I used to cry when they failed cause one or two would end up in the soup."
And he'd feel it when they died.
Ehmoi thought that might be the last of the goo. But his teeth still bled, and he still hurt. A little.
The ache in his horn was lessening. That made things marginally better. "Does it feel better now?"