"Do'ee really need ask?" she asks lightly, and steps forward, only barely surprised at the feel of grass under her feet instead of sand.

(But she can still and ever hear the waves.)

Lucy tilts her head back, a little, and feels the sun--and it's warmer here, and she marvels at it, at the differences she finds herself noticing more and more, while she dreams and while she's awake both--on her face and her smile is wide.