Daneel looks up at Ned in alarm, his fingers in his mouth from an unfortunate attempt at tasting the seawater.

Slapstick humour isn't something he's good at, but Ned's laughter is reassuring; Daneel doesn't understand why this is funny, but the humour is strangely infectious and a smile quirks up around the corners of his mouth. He's not sure why.

The water is cold, and he's pretty sure a strand of kelp just whipped past his ankle and that's unsettling on so many levels. He wades closer to Ned, fighting the rocking of the waves -- which is surprisingly strong.

"You're all right, Ned?"