Saoirse nods and looks up at her from her spot on the sand. She's tugging her trainers and socks off so she can run about in the sand. It's still cool, but it reminds her of home, and the sun will warm the sand, she knows.

Her backpack, with her shell and notebook and a change of clothes in case she gets dirty, sits nearby, and Cu sits right next to it, ever ready to make sure he's got his eye on her.