Thankful he didn't have to lock lips with her again - the first time being embarrassing enough - Peter followed, having little choice in the matter. He did note, however, that things seemed much clearer - so at least he could see what he was going to be terrified by.
Peter, though a little anxious about the whole affair, shook his head at this suggestion.
"I'll admit, I'm scared, but I won't get anywhere if I keep running away from my fears. Besides, I trust you enough to get me out if something happens."
Peter, though apprehensive, still found its appearance to be a little creepy. He was familiar with their method of reproduction as well - not particularly pleasant, he knew that for sure. Still a little frightened of what was around him, he gripped Kieara's hand a little tighter, and continued to observe the fish.
"Those are ultimately harmless as long as you don't show any interest in their light," she explained and led him further down. She pointed to a skinny black fish that had its mouth closed with a bright red light on its forehead. "Those are a stoplight loose jaw. Don't let them fool you." She watched a smaller fish swim over. It completely unhinged its jaw quadrupling its mouth size and swallowed it whole.
Peter's eyes widened at the new wildlife and its habits, both in apprehension, and in mild terror. He wouldn't deny that it was interesting to watch all of them, but he couldn't help but feel a little scared by all of it.
She continued to swim down pointing out various fishes and telling him about them. She looked over though and gasped suddenly. "Don't move...." She spoke staying stark stiff.
She slowly turned him to face what she was. A massive fangtooth stared back at them. It was double both of their sizes and she stayed perfectly still. Any movement and it may have tried to strike.
Peter couldn't move - he wouldn't dare, and was likely paralysed out of sheer fright. He didn't even think they grew to this size - they never grew to much more than 18 centimetres, so he had read. They weren't even harmful to people, even with their disproportionately large maws. To see some so big - he didn't think magic seaweed would do even that.
Already near breaking point, Peter couldn't help but react to the fish that shouldn't even have grown that big. in his desperation, he curled up as best he could, and put his hands over his head, whimpering while he did so.
"How the hell do those things grow so large?!"
Peter managed to sputter out those words, but not much else - he was still refusing to look behind him, on the grounds that doing so would only make him emss himself. He wasn't even sure if that would matter, with him being a merman, but that was hardly the point.
"If this is the case, I don't think they'd want to!"
By now, Peter was clinging to Kieara like a frightened child - the expression on his face being a testament to that.
By the time they had escaped, Peter was a shivering wreck of a boy, still holding desperately onto Kieara, having not fully processed the fact that they were safe now.
"Is... Is it gone?"