Well yes, but...you are still my little one! My little guppy! You could not possibly be ready to move on so quickly...

[He says this as he makes his way back over with some lengths of tied together seaweed, gesturing for Choromatsu to shift so he can take care of those cuts on his tail.

For Poseidon, time moves a lot differently. Sometimes slow, sometimes fast in a lot of ways. But when it comes to his children, they might as well be small for eons.]