The merman sped along as quickly as possible. Cristiano didn't want to keep her waiting and had genuine concern something horrible had happened. He was never summoned--which meant something was wrong.
When the water grew too shallow to swim he surfaced not far off from Adele. He waved and then point with his hand at the docks not too far away.
"Can you meet me there?" he asked, that accent of his thick before he splashed back under. It would be easier for him to dry off on the docks, which he now could do given the island's strange taste in humor. He pulled himself up with ease and perched on the edge, waiting for those weird terragog legs to form out of his massive tail fin.