There's something in the way that this young man seems to fit in with the waves crashing around him. Like he's part of the setting, part of the aesthetic, right down to the briefly pensive look he gives at her question. Nuriko has always loved the idea of water being a good medium for reflection, and on far more than a literal level.

The steady crashing contrasts with the calm in her heart.

"Only for a while?" she asks, leaning forward until her chest presses against her knees, curling to make herself look slightly smaller. "Sounds like something changed your mind."