[ The light touch of his hand atop hers brings more comfort than she anticipates and she inadvertently finds herself drawing a little closer. His hand draws her gaze down before skipping back forward so she can take a sip of her drink and make sure that she doesn't trip over herself trying to walk on the beach.

Immediately she can't help but think that six months is a long time to be away from a war. And while she's mostly certain about what had happened to her, she doesn't want to extend the same assumption to Sylvain's fate. Just because he'd yelled at her once upon a time, it doesn't mean that she wished that on him.

The use of the word adventure draws a curious look from her. Hopefully it was a better "adventure" they'd embarked on at home. ]

If this place can change so easily then I'm not surprised you'd call it that. Did they also have really weird wildlife too?