She looks at what he is offering: A way to save him. No more running away. To be with him forever...
She looks back at him, the man she had fallen in love with. A man trapped in the shadow of his father; Trapped in time.
She wonders how many others had fallen for this, and then looks at the nymphs. The other girls that were now water, mere forms of the women they had once been.
"You're sure you want to do this?" He looks at her with hope in his eyes, please let her be the one, ran through his mind. "Risk a life trapped at sea... as one of them?" He nods towards the hydriades.
"Yes," she announces and his crew cheers. He offers the sword, his fathers' sword. She takes its jeweled hilt.
For a moment she believes she's the key to saving him. Then the water floods her and he looks away and curses in ancient Greek. Disappointed, once again.
"Damien," she gurgles and reaches for him, but he is already walking away.
"Nefertiri," he addresses another nymph. "Be her mentor. Take care of her. Take her away." He turns toward the newest addition to his harem of nymphs with all the hope and love gone from his eyes. She could see the storms forming there; felt the waves follow his emotions. Before Nefertiri could touch her, she disappeared into the sea.
After all, she was a part of it now.