Whatever it is, it doesn't seem too interested in attacking the island, so Serah's muscles relax just a little, her posture losing some of the tightness in her shoulders as it disappears under the water once more.

The noise of surprise that leaves her mouth when it re-emerges can't be stifled, however, and she heads a bit closer, running up to where it's... pulling out shells?

Okay...

And isn't there something familiar about the eerie green shine of its eyes? Someone she met a while ago, with eyes the same hue who was utterly lost because - like so many people were, because the city had changed them into children.

Maybe she's imagining it, but she's close enough for her footsteps to be audible, her hand still cautiously wrapped around her bow as she squints at the pile of shells it seems to be playing with.

Or maybe investigating is a better term?