Ever quiet and dutiful, Clara follows along. If anyone notices the man suddenly wandering off by himself they either give him the space he needs or pay no heed.

She's glad for that. Whatever is going to happen, it needs to be private.

When they get there, the skies are a little darker and the air is noticeably cooler and the latter, for once, it isn't her doing. The waves lap against the shore in and out, the sounds of the water rushing towards the sandy coasts giving them the muffler they need for this.