Some of Greta's embarrassment dissolves in the face of Iman's enthusiasm for the idea. It's a bit silly and a bit juvenile, to be sure, but there's no harm in it, and she imagines it'll be relaxing for both of them.

And they could probably both do with some relaxation, after the week they've had.

Greta plunks herself down on the sand behind Iman, Angus lowering himself with a bit more care and then stretching out into a lazy sprawl. "I won't try anything too complicated," she says as she starts to run her fingers through Iman's hair, gathering it back into some semblance of order, making sure the wind hasn't blown any snarls into it. "But let me know if I'm tugging too hard or anything."