[Poseidon just...holds Choromatsu for a long, quiet moment, listening to him cry. He so desperately wishes, some days, that he could hold his children like proper parents might; to embrace and comfort them the way all merfolk do with their offspring. Instead, he curls forward and holds him gingerly in his palms, making soft hushing noises all the while.]

Oh Choromatsu...my sweet child. Did I not tell you before...? A friend of my son's is a friend of mine.

[But he doesn't know...he doesn't know his friends are human.

What might he say, then, if he knew the truth?]

Hush...hush now. You have nothing to fear. I promise.