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The name Nessie startled an ironic laugh from her. Laven covered her mouth with the back of a hand but couldn't quite manage to hide the smile.

"Your nickname is much cuter than the ones I've been given; the ones on your said have either referred to me as Puddles," which only one Knight was permitted to call her by. "Or Loch Ness b***h," she definitely deserved that one after draining a civilian which caused a bit of an unfortunate embarrassing accident for them.

"On my side, it's either Fish Face or the product of a reverse frog prince." Neither of which were accurate or acceptable and the lieutenant that made the frog reference would likely think twice before making a comment like that again. "I suppose it's the hands that get them," glanced down at the webbing between each finger where she could still see some hairline scars from when she had first awakened and clawed at them not realizing that they were a part of her and not some college prank or prosthetic.

Rarely was anyone ever close enough to really notice that her pupils were not round like a fish, but rather slit.

Lavendulan shrugged, "I'd assume the horns would give it away or the non-delicate scales." She would have offered to let the knight touch them but understood that this was the closest either of them would get to each other. Whereas her horns were off-limits to most, save for Wolframite, Lavendulan did not mind so much if someone was curious enough to touch her scales, she very much liked the feel of the warmth of a curiously careful hand that passed through them.

"But yes, Keeper is what I call the youma that had merged with me. It's the only way I could make sense of what happened. Don't worry, there isn't a second voice in my head competing for control over my body." In her dreams, maybe. But whose were simply her imagination, or so she assumed.

It did, however, make her wonder if for the few times she had gone feral and attacked an ally, if the person with her had called the name Keeper, would it have drawn her attention enough that she could have calmed down quicker? As it was, the only thing that seemed to stop her was to drain her or as Wolframite had done the first time, not respond with aggression and just cup her cheek and speak in soft tones.

At her core, Lavendulan did not like hurting anyone, and even in her frenzied state of mind that seemed to carry over to some degree. It worried her that she never remembered what happened during those moments, only the seconds it took for the dark veil to be lifted and for her to see more clearly again.

This time it was Lavendulan's turn to look away as a light blush swept across her face. Amazing how the Knight was able to make a nickname not sound like an insult or jab at her ability to turn into water. Wasn't particularly looking forward to that one sticking but at this rate, it might.

"No uh, not really..." The concept was complicated even to her, but for the sake of conversation, she'd try to explain. "It's..." Laven tilted her head from side to side as if weighing her next words carefully. "Rather than fight or flight, for me, it feels more like human instinct versus youma." That seemed about right.

"It only seems to present itself when my life is threatened or if I'm severely injured." Case and point, she moved the collar of her uniform to the side to show off a series of lighter blue scales that were obvious enough that she'd been bit before. Wasn't going to mention the most recent incident with the Sovereign and instead explained, "If I didn't become a half-youma I would have drowned at the bottom of a frozen lake. Hence the blue skin," Held her hands up, palms facing away from the Knight.

"It's the youma aspects that's kept me safe till now. Hence the name Keeper."

Lavendulan shook her head, "If anything I should apologize for dumping all of that on you," a stranger. Someone who on all accounts should be considered an enemy.

Although it felt a bit cathartic to finally tell someone who wouldn't, in turn, run to her superiors and paint her as a possible traitor. She did also feel guilty for laying down her current life story at her feet. On one hand, it left her perhaps a bit vulnerable if the Knight chose to tell anyone else about it but Laven felt certain that this moment was no more different than two strangers at a bus, a conversation born from common interests but likely not to see each other again and if they did, it's like to be under very different circumstances.

In truth, it had made her wish that she'd been using her glamour while diving. Then, perhaps, she would have made a friend. Granted, non of what had been said could have been shared, but to meet someone as uniquely strange as she was did make her smile.

The beautiful mermaid and the sea dragon. Supposed it could be worse, at least she wasn't an octopus sea witch.

"Thank you, for letting me share that with you..." Her icy-blue gaze fell upon the two buckets. "I should probably get going anyone. Made a promise to a friend that I'd make him dinner" Hadn't given Samir an exact time that she'd be over, only told him that she'd call and let him know when she was done crabbing and if the timing was ok that she'd head over soon.

"You are a very kind Knight. I hope if we meet again it will be on similar terms." As one who has offered a level of understanding that not many have afforded her in the past, she didn't want to end up fighting this transcended in the future.