Scathatch paused at the water's edge and looked out at the vast ocean before her. She had spent a lot of time alone, under the waves. Going back there would be safe, familiar, comfortable—and lonely. She turned and peered over her shoulder at the others, and saw that she was being waved at. She lifted a hand to wave back, and then lowered it with a sigh, and started to to trudge back up the beach and away from the water, back to the rest of the group.