Cerulean Cape Settled in, into the pocket of a lighthouse on some rocky socket

It was nice that he was willing to accept her help, but reassuring too that he didn't want to depend on her fully, and wanted to work as a team. She smiled and nodded as he insisted that he pitch in, and she knew that checking the tide pools for food would be an easy task that they could both handle. He didn't seem terribly interested in the starfish, and she couldn't blame him. He seemed more keen on waiting, which was fine for her- and he moved to rest against her again, but she hastily stood up. 

"One minute," She implored, and she gently picked up the starfish- ths slow-moving thing was still alive, after all, and since it wasn't exactly the best thing to eat, she returned it to the water, wading in ankle-deep and setting it back into the ocean where it belonged. There was no sense in simply leaving it to dry up on the beach if her companion was satisfied with waiting a bit longer and finding something more edible. Feeling better, having not wasted another creature's life for no reason, she trotted back to his side and lay beside him again, nosing gently against his cheek. 

"Rest now, friend." She said kindly, this time placing her head on the ground before him and offering for him to use the back of her neck as a pillow, rather than her feet, which were now wet.