"Rhinemaiden," she says, letting her hands fall away and tilting her head as she watches him for a few moments, trying to decide if he's all right. "We're like mermaids, but we live in freshwater." She debates for a moment, then adds, "There isn't much of a 'we', though, I've never met anyone like me."

Just her father, and she hasn't seen him since they both still thought they were human. She misses him, now, acutely-- all the more for knowing she will never see him again.