Rutile has an audience, albeit an audience of one, as they stand in the shallows taking the energy of unfettered sunlight directly into their limbs. Antarcticite hadn't come to this section of the beach seeking them out; they are prone to wandering the shoreline with their eye on the horizon, despite reassurances from the Bridge staff that 'sunspot activity' is not a concern. This stretch of unpeopled beach is one of their favourites for simply walking and thinking, about home, about Sensei, wondering what had become of Phos in their absence--and they are so caught up in their internal pondering that for a moment they don't notice anything amiss about the scene they've just encountered.

Then Rutile starts forward into the water, and they snap out of it abruptly.

"Rutile!" they call out, hesitate, then quickly start to tug off their heels one boot at a time. "Wait!" they call out again, "you shouldn't go alone--let me go with you!"