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Triton doesn't know how to feel about his littlest half-brother. All the sea gods had noticed the requests from sea creatures decreasing in numbers. They hadn't considered the reason, not until Triton had showed up unrequested to a shipwreck and found Perseus easing a shark out of the waterlogged sail.
"They ask me for help, sometimes," he says, shrugging, like it's not part of the sea gods' duties, like he, a mortal, hasn't been taking on more than each of them individually. "Anyway, gotta go - I have an exam!"
Triton really doesn't know how to feel about his littlest half-brother.