Leon never hated seawater. Though it was salty and bitter, as long as one refrained from drinking it, there was no issue. What he disliked was how dried seawater left fine grains of salt on the skin. For this reason, as soon as he landed on an island, he'd search all over for fresh water to rinse himself off. Unfortunately, even after flying in circles above the island, he couldn't find any waterfalls or rivers.
"Nozdormu?" Tatiss tilted her head and looked at Leon, oblivious to the fact that Leon had given a false name. It was necessary to use a false name—this was the Flash Sea, and the name Leon carried considerable fame here. Even though, strictly speaking, Leon was supposed to be a Red Dragon. "You must be a Bronze Dragon from somewhere else."
"How did you know?" Leon replied casually.