[Maya takes his hand without hesitation, stepping down without protest. She's eager to move from this spot, anyway— from her own hesitation. She steps past him a pace, hands still connected, and looks back at him to wait rather than drag him away.

She adds, though—]

That's why you should like it better anyway.

[Someone loved him and the ocean enough to put all that love into his name, after all. His mother must have been something else. What does love like that from a mother look like? Maya can only hope that at least Aqua remembers that much.]

You and the sea are both pretty good things. Well, at least I think you're both cool, anyway.