[Once they hear the crunching of sand, Padparadscha turns their head, attention shifting from the waves. It's a relatively calm day for tides and surf, and out here is a useful place to visit if they have need of thinking about something without the distractions of the city.

They can't help but laugh a little at Rutile's remark on it.]

Well, you were always the one who did better with learning strange things, huh? Me being a simple sentry and not a gem of science.

[Not that they'd have made much progress in that role falling asleep every few hundred years either, so it's probably better that way.] I'm drawn to the familiar.