"Proper clothes are important, yes." Hester is so beautiful like this. She is so beautiful always, but there is something magnetic about her now that Oleta feels guilty for embracing. She lets herself be handled, be used as a steadying force, be an anchor in a roiling sea.

Let the sea calm around you. Smell and taste the salt in the air. Breathe in the water and welcome it in.

"We'll explore," Oleta finally says, after a very long time of not moving and not exploring. Her lips carefully graze Hester's cheek once before she finally starts to move like she's afraid to stay still long enough to process it.