She shifted to lean against him, in that boneless comfort-seeking fashion, even as she loathed the touch of the golem-body against his. "S-sorry," she stammered, rubbing at her eyes with one webbed-fingered hand. "A-anyway, it won't... won't matter anymore. I'm going to find the Siren, and everything will be better then." She looked up at him with a look of resolve.

"Can... can you tell me how to get there? Please?"

Beejoux