"Ahuh.  Uh, but you can hear, right - do you sign?"  He fingerspells out 'd-o y-o-u s-i-g-n' quite clumsily and with several mistakes.

She excitedly tries to mimic some of the letters but does an even worse job.

"Okay so that's a no . . .  Do you - let's see if we can find you some paper."

". . . Well come on then."

She wiggles on the floor in his direction, swimming-like.

Can she also not walk.  Ughhh.  - Wait.  Fuck.  "You got a name, kid?  Uh, that you can . . . convey?"

She mouths 'Cyllene'.

He didn't catch that but it wasn't Ariel, at least.  "Cool.  Uh, if you stay here, I'll?  Go look for some paper?"

She mouths yeah.

"Cool."  And off he heads.

Cyllene investigates her towels (soft!!) and her toes (stubby!) and her hands (unwebbed! unclawed!) while she waits.

The guy who enters the bathing-room next is not the guy who left her!

". . . Hello, I didn't know we were expecting anyone new."

Slightly nervous silent giggle.

"When did you get here?'

". . . What's your name?"

Ssss-aiiiii-llllllll-eeeee-nnnnn.

"Didn't quite catch that."  He drapes his bathrobe over a nearby chair and wades down the bath's steps.

- Steps??  Oh, steps!  Probably those will mean she can get back out easily enough if she goes watering again.  She scoots over to a nearby chair and mirrors the draping with her towels and then slides in.

One wall of the bath has a bench ledge; he sits on it.

Clever!!  Cyllene follows, but not very close to him (mmm warm).

Mmm, warm.

"My name's Silas," he notes after a bit.

- Oh right yes Cyllene will go back and forth with him until he pronounces her name correctly.