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The tide rushes around her feet, shockingly cold; she's left her shoes by the shore, feet already sinking into the sand. The water stretches out before her, dark and inviting, last vestiges of sunset warming the horizon. She can barely make out the Court of Fontaine; if she squints her eyes just so, it's a blur, just another trick of light.
Footsteps, the soft splash of water as the Traveler comes up to her right. Not saying anything, just standing there. (Even Paimon remains quiet.)
When she sighs, they shift. "Ready to go?" they say.
Furina nods, and turns away.