The Sunspire cravings of an intense and odd variety

"are you sick?" terance asked quickly, brows furrowing and concern seeping through the deep rumble of his voice. he wanted to help-- oh but how could he? he was useless. he'd forever be useless. he'd never do anything more than ruin. therefore, he didn't answer her question, masking it instead as though he was far more concerned by her eluding to being unsettled than just not wanting to answer. 

but, desperately, terance did not want to answer, and he did not want to lie.

she moved quickly though, thankfully. "i think that's a good idea," he said softly, moving forward to nudge her shoulder, "is everything okay?" because a trip to the ocean wasn't a 'in a day' sort of thing, and though terance knew seabreeze loved the ocean, the request seemed sort of... mmm... desperate.