Peter's still in search of somewhere cooler and shadier than the scorching hot desert isle on which he arrived. Slogging across wet sand under direct sunlight isn't the most pleasant thing, but the air seems cooler already as he and Cascia approach an island with a lot more to offer in the way of palm trees. He can make out a figure in the glaring light, and pauses to shade his eyes with both hands, swaying slightly in place as he tries to make out who it might be.

"I think it's Bee," he says to the goat standing with her hooves sunk deep in the sand beside him.

"BEE!" yells Cascia without warning, and Peter startles and swats at her.