{Of course.  Is there anything you'd like to say before we lose the underwater translation?}

"Thank you for helping me, and don't worry about the gust of wind when we get out of the water; it's just to dry me off."

{How could I not?  And thank you for the warning.  - Would you like me to pull you to shore?  Nereids are faster swimmers than most.}

"Oh, yes please, if you don't mind. I'm not a great swimmer, honestly." She blushes a bit at this. Certainly she's not still blushing about the pretty topless girl offering to do her a favor.

{Alright, hold on.}  She clasps Hailey's hand and makes for the beach.  She's indeed quite fast, probably keeping pace with or surpassing the quickest humans even with the weight and drag of another person behind her.

Once they reach the shore, she waves over another person, muscular, furred, and with the head of a dog, and incomprehensibly explains something to him.

(She doesn't seem at all self-conscious about being bare-chested out of the water or in front of a man, either.  She does, apparently, have form-fitting swimming shorts on, at least.)

Whoa. Fast.

And then while this discussion takes place, Hailey unclips one baton from her back and swishes it lightly toward the ground, creating a tight whirlwind around herself, gradually airdrying in the process. Her hair floofs into her usual messy curls. Then she clips the baton back.

She pauses the conversation for a moment to watch this, but doesn't hop back in the water to comment on it or anything.

After a bit more talking, she dons a pair of sandals handed to her by the dog person and they start walking further inland, gesturing for Hailey to follow.

They climb up to a city, full of unfamiliar architecture and unfamiliar people.  It's uncomfortably hot, but they don't have to walk very far before they arrive at their destination, an opulent-looking but strange house with, thankfully, some sort of climate control inside.

Hailey gets pointed to a chair to wait in while Lord Akelir is reported to.

Hailey sits patiently in the opulent-and-strange house. And possibly cheats the heat a tiny bit on the way there by adding a bit of unnatural airflow.

She's brought a tray of fancy snacks, delicious and meant to accommodate a range of potential diets, after a while.  They seem to be labeled, not that that's particularly helpful to her.

Eventually Relmiande Tielemvi returns, dressed in fine but casual clothes, and with a man who has his arm wrapped around her.  She introduces them: "Miss Hailey," something something "Akelir," something something something something.

He gives what is probably a polite greeting, from context and tone.

Hailey guesses at the snacks by look and smell and general assumption that her tastes can stretch broad enough. And when the new person shows up, she stands, gives a sketchy approximation of a curtsy she'd use with a noble whose opinion she cared about, and smiles with a helpless shrug and a gesture at her ears.