He doesn't wake up immediately. Her song actually summons her manifestation in his dream, glad in gold and bright yellow and a smile that brings an inner peace to his racing thoughts...the touch of someone who understands, the laugh of someone who sympathizes. They were born into their respective roles, but they wouldn't have it any other way, though separated by the distance between the sea and the sun...but when they finally meet at the horizon...

Even though the dream fades, the song remains, a gentle jostle from his slumber. Even as he wakes, the song continues, and he turns to find the source of the noise.

It really is her. The recognition brings a smile to his face, but it's a long, slightly awkward climb on his arms back into the water. Once he has enough water to swim properly, it only takes him a few seconds to get to the rock, thin ends of his tentacles sticking to whatever surface isn't covered in algae so he can hold his head above the water and smile at her.

"Hi."