I don’t expect you to believe me, but I think Ella’s my mate.

The separation doesn’t work. It’s like I’m missing a lung or something. What am I supposed to do with only one lung?’ He brushed hair back from her face. ‘You tell me when you’re short of breath and I’ll breathe for you. On land, in the water. It doesn’t matter.

In every fairy tale I’ve ever danced,’ she said, ‘there’s always a way to break the curse.

You stay, and you fix us.