Hmm... [Oona hums in acknowledgement of the story. As origin stories go, she supposes it's typical.]

Suppose that makes sense. Is true, humans not so flashy as mermaids. Suppose have to do something to keep up. [She sounds a little smug about it too, like of course her species is the superior one here, duh.

But Oona watches him a moment again before speaking up] Tell me about your father.