Ned merely smiles at that remark, runs his hands over the grass and thinks of lilacs, since Daneel had liked those so much. They begin to bloom around him, slowly but surely. It's so pleasant to just lay here, with his eyes closed, feeling happy, and as if he's had a part in making someone else happy. Before he knows it Ned begins to drift towards sleep, the tiredness from his interrupted night of sleep sneaking up on him. Then he realizes what is happening and jerks back awake, sitting up and running a hand through his hair. He can't let himself sleep.

"We should do the ocean next," he says, a reversal of his earlier thoughts. Just what he needs right now. Something bracing; cold water, activity. He'll be careful not to let anything bad happen to Daneel, "Is the water safe? I mean, if we stay in the shallows and we aren't in it for too long?" He'd heard some rumor about toxins, one about a giant squid, but there are ways to avoid those things. Daneel will know; he's been here much longer than Ned.