There was a quiet sound, barely audible over the waves, as a form all but identical to Popola's own settled down on the sand next to her. Rather than the borderline-overwhelming exuberance of earlier in the day, Devola had calmed down to the point where she was once again her usual self, if not slightly more sedate that normal.

She took a deep breath of the ocean air, eyes on the horizon as she spoke. "...Just take things as they come. It's a whole lot easier. Best part is, there's lots of free time for doing just that." The word "free" was stressed greatly, for once, the time they had to spend was actually such a thing.