Just like that, we may as well be on the cliffs again because I feel certain and solid. The world is something that happens around us while we observe and make our notes. If only there were November cakes and perhaps this would feel familiar.

But it's July and the sun is hotter over us than I've ever felt it on Thisby, even on the days the clouds could be moved to give it some time. To see Sean Kendrick in any weather but cold is as strange as rain on a sunny day. It can't be explained and it doesn't look right, though it has its beauty too.

I don't need to say anything to him but I do reach out so I can slot my first two fingers around his.