"Then... home to your bed we shall go," Beatrice says. Her words are soft and there's something almost like genuine affection in her voice. She loves Battler--she can love his sister too, perhaps, in her own way. A few more steps and then they break the surface into the rolling surf of the beach, soaked through to the skin and breathing air not water for the first time in what feels like an eternity. Beatrice stumbles, drags Ange up the beach with a strained effort.

"Just tell me where your home is."