Lucy wasn't sure what to with the silence that seemed to descend over them and fill the room. Or with the way he looked at her, as if she was special. She found herself struggling to find something to say. Maybe she should have simply pretended to remove her thumb or found a card in a deck. "I guess you weren't expecting that. The wings aren't really a trick, just something I was born with." Born with and had never understood until she met her father in this time. "They don't even work. Just decorations. Like nipples on men." Had she actually just said that? That was damn awkward. And for all she knew - mermen might be the ones to nurse their young.
She retracted the wings and walked back over to the pool, moving back into the water. "Are you okay?"