"We don't have to go right now, if you don't want to," Glory said. "If you want to rest some more, that's fine."

"If I don't get up now, I'll never be able to get up again," Léan joked, as he wriggled out of the cave. He was still nursing his broken arm, and holding it close to him. He was worried about having the cast out of water, as he wasn't certain if it would fall apart or not. It didn't matter, really--he could always make a sling that wouldn't do that.

Glory followed him out, stretching a bit. She saw him looking at the cast, and the thought occurred to her.

"Will that thing last if we go inside?" she asked. "If not, we can stay out here... Or wrap it in plastic to keep it wet."

"If it doesn't last, we can make a sling that will," Léan assured her, contently. For some reason, the thought of curling up in a bed--which he found insanely comfortable--felt much more important than the welfare of his cast.

"If you're sure," Glory said. "We can start making our way inside whenever you want."

"I'm ready whenever. It would be better to do this before my parents return, which they probably will in the next few hours. I do not trust my father not to try and lure her into the water," Léan admitted, frowning.

"Alright," Glory said. "Let's go, then. My bed is starting to sound really comfortable."

"Indeed." Léan helped her out of the cave, and then headed towards shore, lazily. He was hoping the elder human back in the house would be able to withstand the power of the Song Of The Siren. Humans were more likely to fall under its spell during their youngest and oldest years.

Glory let him help her out of the cave, but she got herself up onto the beach on her own. While she waited to change back, she wrapped her towel around herself. She hadn't realized how much she missed her bed until she was given the opportunity to sleep in it again.

Léan's mind wandered as he pulled himself up onto one of the rocks to dry. Something had been bugging him for the past few days. It was something he wanted to talk to Lleu about, since Lleu was in fact a very worldly genius.

Glory noticed he seemed distracted.

"Is everything alright?" she asked. She was curious, and she didn't want him to not talk about things again.

"I am going to take advantage of Lleu's creepy genius the next time we see him, since I'm sure we haven't seen the last him. There is something I want to ask him."

That's all Léan would say on the matter. It was something personal.

"I'm definitely sure we haven't seen the last of him," Glory agreed. "I keep half expecting to look over my shoulder and see him there, it's creepy." She noticed that he evaded the question, but she wasn't going to push the issue.

Léan glanced behind his shoulder almost automatically, then shuddered. "...I don't do well with being creeped out," he chuckled, nervously. He shook his hair out and sighed, softly. "All right...I'm dry. Whenever you're ready."

"See, you do it too," Glory teased. "I'm not crazy." Leaning over, she gave him a kiss and then stood up and picked him up. "We can go cuddle on my bed. I'll let Nana know what's going on."

"We should first try to get her used to the song, before we start to practice," Léan reminded her, pointedly. "We don't want her wandering into your room, hypnotized, and trying to jump one of us." He could sense the impending stare and possible laughter, so he grinned. "Similar things have happened before. Ask Arcturus."

Glory couldn't help but giggle.

"That sounds like an interesting story," she said as they went inside.

"Oh, it is. Not for him, but for me...sure," Léan replied, cheerily. "Where are we going to do this? It has to be somewhat soundproof...you may not have close neighbors, but if they hear...they'll be wanting to come and visit, unexpectedly."

"In case you haven't noticed," Glory said dryly, "but I don't have any neighbors within earshot." Going into her room, she set him down on the bed. "Let me go explain things to Nana, I'll be right back."

Léan arched an eyebrow. "Need I remind you that the Song Of The Siren can be heard by the dullest ears from miles away at full volume?" he hummed, dryly, as he settled himself down. "All right."

"I don't think you ever told me that to begin with," Glory pointed out. "But it's not like we have anywhere better to go." Going to her closet, she pulled out a simple dress and put it on before going to find her grandmother.

"I most certainly implied it," Léan huffed, as she left, "what with my saying it lured sailors to their deaths from miles away at sea..." He laid his head down, to rest, while she went to find her Nana.

Glory rolled her eyes when she heard him. It didn't take her long to find her grandmother and explain what was going on. Nana seemed a bit skeptical, but agreed to be careful all the same. As a precaution, Glory went into the odds-and-ends drawer in the kitchen and grabbed a set of earplugs that was in there as a just-in-case measure. Then she went back into her room and locked the door from the inside and closed all the windows.

"Alright, I think that's about as soundproof as I can make this place," she said, "and we actually have earplugs around here so I gave Nana a pair just in case."

Léan chuckled. "I doubt your earplugs can stand up to the Song. I've found little that does, even miles and miles of water," he explained, idly. "No matter how softly I sing, she'll still hear it, I wager..." He didn't seem comfortable even bothering to sing while there was a human nearby who didn't know how to deal with the sound, which was a problem.

"Then what do you suggest?" Glory asked. "I've done what I can, so if this is just a waste of time..."