Kaz and Stephen
Hardly one to pass up an opportunity to work out a way to help those stuck here on the island, Stephen went to the beach to face this new brouhaha. It was calm, the waves a gentle lapping and more like the balm of summer than something harsh and angry; he had to take that as a good sign, and wouldn't be too pessimistic though he was certainly cautious.
He took a breath of air spiked with salt and tried to dislodge the tension from his bones - at least none of this seemed dire. There had been no nightmares with talons sinking into his psyche, trying to jiggle loose all those fears he'd left behind a long time ago. No, it was something else entirely - what, he didn't know yet.
Wearing jeans and a t-shirt, Cloak wrapped around his neck to be a scarf accompaniment, he approached Kaz on the beach. "These tools are pretty amazing," he said, having picked up one piece of coral that was sharp, the edge of a razor blade - it would come in handy for that. They could always use more tools - there was a lot to repair on the island. "What's the vibe? They seem calm too," he added, giving a wave to the heads that were clearly connected to merfolk bodies. Watching them.