[He flaps out of the water, feathers soaked in salty brine. Ugh. Landing on the beach and spreading out his wings he feels a little better, but he won't feel fine until he's dry and preferably unsalted.]

<Maybe, but you were upset. And I don't care what sort of reward I get from them... I just want you to be okay.>

[She's sulking and that's fine. He doesn't mind - he thinks every one of her moods is gorgeous and beautiful and deadly.]

<Rachel... come on. You're upset and I know you don't like talking about that stuff, but in a place where emotions are apparently something that affect reality it's kind of important to talk about it. ... At least to me. You know I won't spill to other people.>