Stavanger Bay on the alter

Arrille’s mood changes a little while she’s watching him and her brows knit together in concern. She takes a few steps closer to the dunes where the boy stands so their distance isn’t too far. Still, she’s left with uncertainty on how to answer. She’d come to the bay to remember her family and the life she used to have but there isn’t anything wrong with that, is there? She glances behind him but she’s quickly back to him, shrugging one shoulder. “I don’t… live far from here now, though,” she says, “do you have somewhere to stay?”