Don't listen and get going!

You doubt that she could give you any good advice. What does an octopus who finds its home at the bottom of a sheltered tide pool know about the open seas. Its boundless expanse that fall away to secret depths.

Nothing.

Remaining civil. You decline her offer politely.

With a few powerful strokes of your front flippers you rise away from her grasping suckers. Tilting your back flippers you turn gracefully then glide away.

Above the spires of the sanctuary you'd only known for a short time, you look for any familiar faces, but find none. Perhaps you could search for a bit to see if you find any of your fellow reptilian mates who'd been dropped off alongside you when you came of age.

You'd been particularly close to a crocodile merman.

But on the other hand. Your species was a solitary kind that tended to prefer solitude.

Soon you cross the border of the sanctuary. The quality of the water changes imperceptibly.

All of a sudden you feel something awaken inside of you and the call for the wild beckons you.

You could go explore a nearby reef.

Go to the open ocean.

Or maybe another idea tickles your mind?