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Mireille seemed to sense Raelle's detachment; in her words the Blackwood-Mayfair felt a hint, an implication that she should be able to really answer the question. She quickly covered the sense of inadequacy with her own humor. Oh, ya know, the usual. Mostly seagull fights. Nasty business, Rae found herself forcing her smile.
She was quick to jump on the implied invitation to swim. I could go for a swim. Let me cache this, She said, and turned to do just that. Rae returned in short order, and in the time between, found a small resentment for the red-furred leader. It was easily swallowed in favor of companionship, but Rae was put off by the perceived implication that her isolation had been noticed and judged.
I've never tried to swim in the ocean, She admitted on her return, to cover the awkward feeling.