Les has touched her like this and she thinks she should be surprised that in such a short period of time she's met two men who are willing to look past the way she looks when she's like this. It's not the sort of thing April thinks of as attractive, not when she's seen other sirens, those with scales that shimmer and sparkle in all kinds of colours, those who seem to light up from the inside with their song. Her eyes are black, her teeth are pointed. She's not the kind of siren sailors mistook for mermaids.

And yet both Les and Caden find it appealing anyway. Without her powers, without having to compel him. They're here.

"Thank you," she says with a small smile, letting her hands roam over his shoulders. "I'm not very good at saying that as often as I should, but... thank you."