"I'm not green I'm lavender." Balon smirked. His face dropped gradually, however, as she told him her point of view.
"You don't understand. Your very presence is a danger to our people. Even if you guys were as harmless as a catfish. The history of what your kind has done to ours is written in blood and tears. We merfolk do not forgive so easily and we never forget. After all, look at the history. Merfolk trusted humans once, and everything went fine for a while. But you humans, with your death machines and your God complexes find yourself above all else. Our women who got raped, our brothers who got chained down and used as a common donkey, you had not a care in the world about the lives that got destroyed. My parents-" she choked, cutting herself off. "You care for nothing but yourselves in the long run. You have no harmony with those around you. Where I understand that some are not like the all," she looked at him from under her eyelashes. "you cannot tell me that every single person on your ship has respect for merfolk. It would be a lie. It is simply in humans nature."

He looked at her, swallowing a lump in his throat. "I wont say I understand you." Balon admitted. "But I see the position you're in. And I can't make the promise that all the people of our crew, simple passanger or not, has respect for your kind. But I wont let them jeopardize our stay here. Not now."
He turned towards her, putting a hand on her forearm gently. He tried to speak but couldn't find the words.

(ALSO TOO LAZY)