Quite a swim, indeed. Half a smile colored her features as she heard the words - they were as surprising as they were amusing. Her head craned so she could get a look at the man as he approached. She was tired, and he stopped at a polite distance, so she didn't bother herself with standing for a more proper introduction just yet. She did push herself to face him, rolling into a more presentable lying position rather than the dead-fish-flopped-on-the-beach pose she'd been in at first.
"I'll be fine," she panted. Her tail stirred in the sand, swaying a couple of times both to reassure the stranger and to confirm to herself that she still could. "I just need to rest... for a moment." Azra was no stranger to swimming as of late, and the hop from the last isle to this shore was neither the longest, nor the most treacherous she had undertaken. Still, she was very tired. Perhaps she had grown a bit weak from living off seabirds and lizards. She was growing weary of it, certainly. Hopefully that was all over now.
When her heart had stopped pounding and her ribs were no longer heaving for breath, she slowly rose on still-tired limbs and gave her pelt a shake. The tall, dark stranger was right to have stopped where he did, or he'd have risked being in range of the cloudy girl's deluge.
"Sorry," she gave him another half of a smile, apologizing for any stray drops she might have sent his way. "So, are you from around here?" she asked, wondering what had brought him here to witness her being washed ashore like a piece of storm debris. Perhaps she had run into some luck, and the male could tell her a thing or two about these new lands.
