Zero seems to make up her mind before Tim does, sweeping off the branch to wing steadily for the open beach. It's a feeling he's not sure he can just get used to. They're kind of the same person but - not. He's not really sure what to make of it.

He falls into wary step after her with Zero circling overhead at a natural rhythm and distance. He can feel the distance between them, some unseen bond stretching in ways he can't pin down.

"Is this, like," he mutters, shooting Bee an uncertain look between lowered brows, "common here, or something?"