He looked up as he held his doll close, opening his tired eyes. Looking at her, he mummered a very quiet, unsure "Ch-Cha..Charlie." The boy's voice was soft and gentle, full of fear and apprehension, yet tinged with wonder and curiosity about the mermaid in his little cave. After a moment, he held the cloth doll to her, as is trying to make a bid for friendship and acceptance from the woman.

His thin form shivered under the damp clothes he wore, which clung, heavy with seawater and damp sand, seaweed in his hair. Swallowing, he made his way closer, extending a hand to her scaley tail. His hands shook, but were gentle as he touched a scale with curiosity. Pulling back, he blushed as his tummy growled loudly.