[Serph doesn't say anything, but he does feel a sense of warm contentment. While his other comrades aren't here, it feels... nice, to be able to not worry about things. To simply enjoy the company of the people he's with.
But the sun is sinking into the horizon, painting the sky brilliant hues of pink and orange. Serph turns his head to look out at the ocean, reflecting the sky. The sight of it... it's a good reminder of what they had been fighting for. But night will be upon them soon enough.
Serph's voice is quiet.]
We should head back.
[Perhaps when they're more familiar with this new world, they can spend the night up here on the beach.]
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But the sun is sinking into the horizon, painting the sky brilliant hues of pink and orange. Serph turns his head to look out at the ocean, reflecting the sky. The sight of it... it's a good reminder of what they had been fighting for. But night will be upon them soon enough.
Serph's voice is quiet.]
We should head back.
[Perhaps when they're more familiar with this new world, they can spend the night up here on the beach.]