['Tula was pretty sure that being even close to half-naked would present the perfect opportunity to snag his helmet; it's one of the reasons she did things the way she did. She'll always love the way he stares, like she's the only person in the universe and like he sees nothing else. It makes her bloodpusher beat a little faster, tapping out a hurried, excited tune in her chest.

She adores him. How could she do anything else?]

Good job you! [She enthuses, drawing herself close to him, her fingers trailing over the front of his shirt. His next words prompt an exasperated expression, and she shimmies her fingers under his shirt, drawing slow circles over his skin.]

That's a shame, Tunabee. Because I don't know if I can help you! [She casts a slow, longing look at the crashing waves, a long-suffering sigh escaping her.] I mean.

The water's singin' for me, y'know?

[Her smile is crooked.]