"I do not see many like you," Cristiano replied with a small smile. "I am not used to surfacing. My people live deep in the water. We do not, ah, get along with terragogs." Sheepish, now, he shifted up on his 'knees' but could not get closer to Wanda without getting stuck.
"Singing and feeling are the same for me," he then told her. "From here is the power." A hand pressed over his heart and Cris smiled a bit more. "Maybe it is the same, but I need words."