Zel relinquished the pad as Larea grabbed for it. She wrote on it and when it was handed back he was glad to see her writing steady again. It seemed to him that her writing mimicked how her voice would sound if she had one. He pondered the scribble in the middle for a moment, but figured it must just have been a spelling error she'd covered up.<br/><br/>After reading the message through, Zel looked up at her. "Um, you're welcome," he said, almost uncertainly. It occurred to him that that was almost the first time he'd given advice like that to someone. Obviously, it was also the first time he'd been thanked for it. He was faced with a feeling sort of like a combination of embarrassment, joy, and satisfaction, as well as a sensation of being warm... for some reason. "I'm glad you realize that."<br/><br/>Zel handed Larea back the pad in case she wanted it later. His eyes wandered over toward the beach where Ahmaht and Sigrun could be seen, staring out at the water awkwardly. Zel imagined that they may have tried to start a conversation... and then Sigrun spoke. Though Ahmaht seemed to be better at keeping a conversation with the knight than the rest of them. Either way, Zel turned to Larea and spoke. "I think we've unintentionally shunned the others," he said, gesturing to the two on the beach.