Aer smiled back at her, glad that she seemed to be recovering. Seeing the usual brightness return to her stormy gray eyes made him feel better. "No problem," he said warmly, watching her as she pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. "Bet you weren't very comfortable last night, huh?" It had been cool in the night, and he expected her to have been cold. Wanting to change the subject, however, he said casually; "So do you want to go down to the pier or something?" He always was trying to make her come away from her fear, and go back into the ocean. Somehow, he knew that deep down, there was still that passion for surfing. His suggestions were always vague; going down to watch people swim, taking a walk in the sand... He knew that she wouldn't thank her for outright asking her to go back into surfing - in fact, it would most likely hurt her inside.
He glanced around the forest, remembering all the times they had hung out here when they were younger. He remembered how sad she had been the day she had lost her mother; he had been there; been there to comfort her. Somehow, though, she has to go back.
He glanced around the forest, remembering all the times they had hung out here when they were younger. He remembered how sad she had been the day she had lost her mother; he had been there; been there to comfort her. Somehow, though, she has to go back.


