Arya was not a lot of things; She was not confident, nor brave, and there was certainly not a mean bone in her body. Often she was viewed as weak, nothing more than a gentle pushover. Perhaps that was true, it certainly was today as she gave in to the other were's absurd demands to be her bodyguard. Yet despite all these attributes she lacked, one of her most defining traits, and an undeniable strength, was her unwavering, unconditional kindness. Anyone else would have told the WereOrca to buzz off, perhaps overwhelmed and annoyed by his childish high energy or even more so upset that he had almost eaten them. Not Arya though. Despite her best efforts to not make her new companion feel guilted into his decision to be her swimming buddy, she still relented, unwilling to upset him. The WereSeal's heart was just so big, she was more worried about this stranger's feelings than her own, offering him patience and kindness moments after he had nearly killed her. Little did she know just what she was getting herself into.

His constant insistence that he would be her bodyguard, and that it would be better to have a swimming buddy finally wore her down. Truthfully...she couldn't say he was entirely wrong. While she didn't need a bodyguard, her run in with him and the harpoon incident the only two issues she could think of, it would perhaps be nice to have some companionship. Arya was incredibly introverted, unlike the polar opposite extrovert in front of her, but that didn't mean she didn't like being around others. As a seal, she actually quite liked being near others, and especially liked touch and body contact, like hugs or cuddling while taking a nap. She admitted that it would be nice to have someone like her, an aquatic Were who could swim with her rather than her having to try and move her fat, chunky seal body on land to keep up with land Weres. His goofy, lopsided whale grin was entirely infectious. Arya quickly realized if he kept looking at her like that, she'd never be able to deny him anything...and with someone with a personality like his, that would be used against her constantly.

His sudden partial shift has the young woman completely stunned. She'd never met a Were that could do that, and even if she had, it was just jarring to see a half man half killer whale. Though he hardly gives her even a brief moment to process what was happening before he is once again talking and now reaching out to touch her. Arya was especially thankful to be in seal form because if she were human, her face would be burning red. Though it was also likely he wouldn't have noticed, the young woman stunned again as he resumed prattling on and on about this and that, seemingly unaware at the communication barrier that he had unintentionally created. All she can really do is gesture, nodding an answer to his question and attempting to use her short flippers to point towards the city where she lived. It thankfully seemed to do the trick, his reply almost envious? Must be nice? She supposed it was alright, there were plenty things to do but there were too many people. Really, the only thing that drew her to and kept her tied to this city was the aquarium she worked for, other than that Sacrosanct really wasn't special, just another city.

She however is not allowed to ponder these thoughts long, the orca once more grabbing her attention away as he continues to be a ball of energy bouncing back and forth between topics. Big brown eyes watched as the little lightbulb in his head seemed to turn on and he quickly shifted completely back into his whale form. She had to stifle a small laugh, he seemed like an overgrown child, like one big sea puppy just wanting attention. His sudden insistence that she was so small had her pout for a moment, though it was impossible to tell with seal facial features. Of course she seemed small, because he was absolutely massive. An adult male killer whale could be 12,000 pounds and over 30 feet long, hell even his dorsal fin can measure 6 feet tall. Arya retorts that she is not small, he is just huge, almost proud of herself for the witty reply before he quickly turns it on her teasing her. She sticks her tongue out at him, in a very pouty embarrassed fashion. "No," she mumbled, upset that that was the only thing she could come up with. This whole social banter was not her strength, and it was very evident by her lack of smart rebuttal.

Her head tilted curiously as he introduced himself. So his name was Zach? But the most surprising thing was his nickname, it just seemed so cliche and silly Arya couldn't tell if he was kidding or not about it. Willy? For a killer whale? Yet despite his carefree demeanor, it didn't appear in the slightest that he was joking about it. She mentally shrugs to herself about it before offering her name in return, watching in amusement as he tried to wave his massive pectoral fins, they absolutely dwarfed her and if she was any closer to his sides he might have smacked her with them accidentally. The small seal offers him a wave in return, one small flipper waving slightly while the other continued to keep herself steady and in place. She was not expecting his response to her questioning if he lived in Sacrosanct as well. Separated from his pod? Migration? Back in several months!?! It was so strange to hear how other Weres lived, especially other aquatic Were species. She hadn't realized just how much of their lives revolved around water, more than even her seal brethren who spent a significant chunk of their lives on land as well.

Her head tilted curiously, she wondered how much time he spent in the ocean. She couldn't imagine living full time in the ocean, even with a pod or pack, it would be boring and probably exhausting. Perhaps though, if they suppressed their human side enough it was more bearable? Arya couldn't imagine doing that, losing that grip on her humanity in exchange for letting her animal side take reign. "Do you live in the ocean then? Or are you traveling from somewhere else?" she asked, extraordinarily curious about her new companion. The pod of WereDolphins that her relatives in Scotland knew lived in houses on the coast line and didn't partake in migration, they were a staple presence in the bay. "Oh, i'm sorry if that's rude to ask," she quickly stuttered out, averting her gaze as she wasn't sure it was polite to ask that, to be so nosey about his life. Social interactions like these were not Arya's strong suit, she didn't want to accidentally upset him or seem rude and nosey.

Just like that however, Zach is once more freaking out about something again. The small seal blinking as he pondered about if there were WereFish and if he had eaten any of those, making him a cannibal. With her empathy, Arya could feel his anxiety tenfold, it started to give her anxiety as well. What if there were WereFish? She could very easily have eaten one as well and not known. No...she mentally calmed herself. There was no such thing as a WereFish, WereShark maybe but not the fish that were frequently eaten by seals and killer whales. After she composed herself, did she quickly reassures Zach that they weren't cannibals, reaching out with her empathy to help guide his mind towards a more calm state once more.

Arya uses the moments as he calms to quickly surface and take a breath, before submerging once more to find he had moved closer to her and was now poking her with one of those massive pectorals. She flinched in surprise, small bubbles leaving her nostrils momentarily. He asks her what the city was like, stating that he wouldn't be able to venture in himself lest he be charged with public indecency. Her head tilted curiously, blinking as she realized that Zach was really going to spend day and night out here in the ocean as a whale. She couldn't help but feel bad, like she should do something to help him as he had nothing: no clothes, no phone, no money, and most importantly no one to be around. "If you'd like...I can go buy you some clothes and show you where to stash them so you can go see for yourself whenever you wanted," she said, offering the least she could. Arya didn't have much, but she wanted to help. "I mean...there's not a ton to see in the city. It's really just a city, like any other city, maybe a bit cleaner...but I don't want to leave you stranded out here," she said, her words trailing off with a soft kindness. They were still very much strangers, but Arya had overwhelming kindness and compassion to help others no matter what and no matter who. Perhaps that did make her a pushover, but it was undeniably Arya.