Léan nodded, and then kissed her gently. He stayed where he was, and then once she was gone, he pulled the blanket up around him so he wouldn't be able to hear what they were talking about. Otherwise, he'd be tempted to interrupt.

Lleu was waiting for her. He was just finishing up the remains of what was once was a crab he'd caught a few minutes ago. "Hello."

"Hey," Glory replied as she made herself comfortable. "So, talk to me."

"You want to know what's been bugging him? It's probably just what you think it is, in the back of your mind," Lleu chuckled, swallowing his last bit of crab and tossing the shell away. "I love the crabs around here, by the way. Do you want more of a clarification on what's bothering him? Or hasn't he said anything?"

"Humor me," Glory replied. "I've been poking at him since last night, and it hasn't worked."

"Well. I don't want to be too blunt, but his mind was wandering a bit into the gutter last night. Thinking over different things. Having nothing to do but cuddle with someone else can bring that on at times," Lleu replied, amusedly.

"Somehow, that doesn't surprise me like it should," Glory said. He was right, she figured it was something along that line.

"It shouldn't surprise you. Either way, it was a different kind of gutter that he said required moving...possibly trying something far away from the shoreline, underwater," Lleu elaborated, rolling over slightly and smiling. He liked sunlight, but couldn't be out for too long. Unlike most of his kind, he could burn...but it took a while.

"Were you actually trying to listen in?" Glory asked. She was curious now, and was actually wondering if a tinfoil hat might work.

"Actually, I wasn't. I don't intentionally listen in on most things...this simply caught my interest," Lleu explained, sounding genuine. "And no, a tinfoil hat will not help."

"I'll figure out a way around it yet," Glory replied, grinning a bit.

"I doubt that," Lleu chuckled, closing his eyes. "My mind is like a net...it catches thoughts from a good, set radius around me..."

"Every net has its gaps," Glory pointed out. "I'll figure it out, eventually. There has to be a blind spot somewhere."

"So far, no one has been able to find it, for the few decades I have lived for..." Lleu suddenly thought of something. "By the way. Since you are a changed human, your lifespan has nearly tripled. It might be something you want to be wary of. I forgot to say something."

That was nearly three hundred years, if she rounded it up neatly. That, at least, she could calculate in her head.

"Define 'nearly'," she said. "Because to my mind, that's a long time."

"It's like how Léan is. He looks seventeen, but in human years is almost forty," Lleu offered, as a brief explanation."

"Well... that's unexpected," Glory commented finally. It wasn't something she really thought about.

"I suppose it is." Lleu looked upset, for some reason, that no one had brought it up to her before. It was very difficult for a human to comprehend what living three times longer than normal was like. Their friends, their family, every human that they knew would die before them, for the most part...

Glory noticed he seemed a bit upset now.

"Is something wrong?" she asked.

"Well, I wish someone would have remembered to tell you this before you changed," Lleu murmured, frowning. "It's...well, kind of depressing to think about."

"To be fair, it wasn't exactly what I was thinking about, either," Glory pointed out. "So I didn't exactly think to ask."

"Léan probably doesn't know," Lleu warned her, lowering his eyes a bit. "If he had...he might have had more reservations about changing you."

"Why?" Glory was genuinely confused. Wouldn't it still be a good thing that she would live about as long as he would?

"Living as long as him would mean you would outlive nearly everyone you know and love on land," Lleu reminded her, solemnly. "He would not have wanted to do that to you, no matter how much he wanted you to live as long as him..."

"At this point, I might outlive my parents," Glory said. "And I know I'm going to outlive my grandmother anyways. Aside from them... Viktor and Selena are pretty much it."

Lleu shrugged. He was hoping it might have more of an effect than that, so she would see how much of an issue it really was. "All right." He sighed, then stretched. "Morty and I are leaving for Utzi to check up on it in the next few minutes, and everyone else is busy, in case you want to humor Léan's gutter-mind...good day." He promptly turned and headed back out to sea, where Morty was waiting.