Araile watched the harpy struggle as he started to get his wits about him, he was looking for her, she could tell by the way he was stretching around scanning the water. She floated there half in shadows and half in not, she was scared to alert the harpy of her presence for fear that he would harm her. He looked awful scared too, now that she looked closer, her eyes were already adjusted to the dark and she could see him trying to shake the water out of his wings. She ventured a little closer as his voice rang out around the walls of the alcove. He knew that someone was here obviously, but she knew that he wasn't certain of what. She heard his thanks echo around her, and she thought to herself that maybe he wasn't so bad. Maybe he really was grateful that someone hadn't left him to die, and she knew that she would be the only one of her kind to do that for someone of his kind. Their kinds hated eachother, mermen and mermaids would drag harpy's under to drown and harpy's would grab up mermaids and leave them in the middle of the cliff in the hottest part of the day so they died in pure agony.

Araile wasn't quite sure of the story about the hatred between their two very different kinds but she knew that her father would have her locked up for good if he ever caught her this close to one and she wasn't trying to mortally wound it and/or kill it. Araile ventured ever so closer, and spoke "Your welcome, harpy. I saw you fall out of the sky, and I couldn't swim back and let you die."