He threw himself into the siren’s arms, clinging to him as something nearly lost. Something he loved and could keep, unlike so many other times. Alba’s merrow, his siren, his caller of the sea, his companion, who he would keep close until he took his last breath. Alba would be able to keep Eridanys by his side, to start anew, to have a life, to have a home, to have someone to take care of like he always wished.
