"Of course. That's good to hear." She keeps in mind the words he uses specifically -- enslaved? -- and nods.

Thank goodness for excited young ones. She pretends that the commotion nearby is connected to her somehow and she sits up, ready to float off. "I think there's trouble brewing already! If you'll excuse me, I must check on my companions over there. I hope you have a good day out here."

And she spooks off! She hopes when she comes back her sandcastle will continue to be in one piece.