Angus's hindquarters quiver a little in response to the attention - not quite a full wag, because he doesn't want to unseat his passenger, but the sentiment is there.

Greta watches the two of them with a faint smile, glad that whatever she and Iman experienced doesn't seem to have rattled either of their animal-things. When Iman takes her arm, it feels like a final puzzle piece slotting into place. Now things are back to normal. She covers Iman's hand with her own and offers her a warm smile.

"I haven't!" Well, that's not entirely true - she's seen a little since she got here - but it's not as if she's paid it much attention. There were other things going on. But being shown the ocean by Iman sounds more enjoyable than just looking at it by herself, anyway. "We didn't live anywhere near the sea, back home."