Glory brought him to the secluded area of the beach.

"I'll stay with you," she said softly as she pulled him up onto the sand.

Léan curled up with her, but a last shred of intelligent thought before the pain started willed him to lay his tail out flat, to make the transformation easier. He never screamed, but he did whimper and whine, in a pathetic sort of way. Unlike the change of the tail to legs, this didn't involve melding of limbs together--it involved splitting a 'limb' apart. It moved a lot more quickly than Glory's transformation had, since it didn't involve complicated melding and growing of scales. He was finished in at least ten minutes. He did not black out, but looked to be in a terrible bout of pain.

He did now have legs, though they were still and unmoving right now. He didn't know how to properly use them.

Glory curled up with him, comforting him as best as she could. Her tail turned back at some point, but she didn't notice it right away.

Léan calmed down after a few minutes. He'd just slept for an entire days' worth of time, so he wasn't tired from the ordeal. Instead, he was hungry. Very hungry. He attempted to get up, but didn't know how to work the new appendages, so he just plopped down again.

"It's all just balance," Glory said softly as she stood and tried to help him up.

Léan didn't seem to find it very easy. His arm was still injured, so he was off-balance to begin with both on land and on water. He was probably going to have to use the wheelchair until his arm healed. Lleu's healing techniques worked quickly, so he would probably be better in a week's time. At least it would be easier to move him around in public. He clung to her with his good arm, very tightly.

Glory tucked herself under his good arm and helped him sit back down so he didn't fall.

"You'll get the hang of it," she said.

Léan swallowed as he sat down, and then sighed. "I hope so." His voice was hoarse, probably from holding back pained cries. He rested his head on her shoulder, keeping his good arm wrapped around her. It hadn't yet occurred to him that he was stark naked other than having his cast on. Well, they both were. In almost-public.

Glory realized that fact after a moment and blushed a bit. She glanced around for the towel she usually kept by the rocks. She saw it not too far away.

"Hold on a second," she murmured. Getting up, she quickly grabbed it, wrapped it around herself, and ran inside quickly for a second one for him. Once she found one, she went back out to him. "Here."

Léan absently wrapped it around himself, noticing that he was 'naked' in the human sense. Most merpeople neglected to wear clothing other than for fashion means, even the mermaids--contrary to what Disney pressed human children to believe.

"I can already tell shopping is going to be fun," Glory commented. She made a mental note to tell Viktor he was drafted into helping her shop.

"Shopping?" Léan fixed her with a minutely horrified look. Selena had taken him shopping the last time he'd been on land. Like most males his age, no matter the species, he just couldn't stand it.

"I never said you were going," Glory pointed out. "I'm drafting Viktor into it, because I need a male opinion on things. Elsewise, it's really hard for a female to shop for a male."

Léan visibly relaxed. "Good..." He paused. "No pink..." he muttered, frowning. That seemed to be the only thing he would refuse to wear--pink clothing of any kind. He hated the color--it burned his eyes. He didn't mind it when it was mild, but when it was disgustingly neon, he died a little inside when he looked at it.

"I'm not really into pink, in case you haven't noticed," Glory said. She doubted she even owned anything pink, aside from maybe a pair of socks, or a shirt.

Léan nodded, pulling the towel up around himself a bit more. "...I suppose I should clothe myself in something for now, at least..." he murmured, uncomfortable in the thought that someone might come by and see.

"Well, I know you won't be able to wear any of my things," Glory mused. "The fit would be all wrong, and I'm betting you're a bit taller than I am anyways. That's why I need to go shopping."

Léan had no intention of heading back into the water, since he still felt sick and the water made it worse. "Then...what am I going to do?" he asked, puzzled. He suddenly recalled something. "Lleu said he gave you some kind of medicine for me...can I have it? I feel like I'm going to puke..." He did look a little green.

"Of course," Glory nodded, handing him the bottle. She didn't quite know what it was, but if he said it would help, then she'd believe him.

Léan took one look at it and frowned, noting that it quite resembled Abrium, the substance that granted human eyes the ability to see perfectly underwater. Substances that resembled Abrium were often nasty, and tasted terrible. So, he braced himself and downed it. As expected, he retched forward, a scowl on his face. "Blech. One of the nastiest things I've ever had the misfortune to taste..."

"Try not to think about it," Glory said. "Are you feeling any better?"

Once Léan got over how awful the medicine was, he quietly assessed himself. "Well. My stomach isn't rolling around anymore...so I suppose I feel better." He closed his eyes, sighing. "I feel much better, actually."

"That's good," Glory said. She was glad he didn't look like he was going to keel over anymore. Leaning over, she gave him a quick kiss. "Come on, let's try to get you inside. The bed is much more comfortable than the sand to sit on."

Léan perked up at the mention of a comfortable bed, and he leaned heavily on her as they stood up. He was able to balance, finally, but if she let go, he would fall over. Standing was one thing. Walking...that was another.

"Like I said before, it's just a matter of balance," Glory said. "You need to find your center of gravity, and yours is going to be a lot higher than mine is, so I really won't be too much help there." She grinned, teasing, "And while I like you holding me like this, you do need to learn how to stand on your own."