Sitting beneath a large, vibrant beach umbrella that was no longer shading them from the sun, Rion relaxed against Dimos but said nothing. He could hear every noise within Dimos, everything working well enough...

He thought he was working well enough, too, or at least he was was going to pretend he was.

The only other sounds were the waves and a few children still playing in the sand further down the beach beneath the orange-pink-purple sunset.

Soon, the breeze off the water would cool and they'd need to find a better shelter.

Soon, Rion knew, but not just yet.