The sensations Cian often felt were something he had become attuned to again over the weeks since his return to the Cove. He had become aware of when they were stronger, and when they were diminished,such as in times like this, when in the water. So when he felt an odd, albeit brief ping of something he'd never felt before he lifted his head and, blinking in the bright sunlight, looked around. There was nothing and no-one to be seen. He shrugged lightly to himself and closed his eyes again, his arms gently moving so as to slowly drift him back toward the houseboat. His stomach had started to complain that it was ready for sustenance. He was already back to thinking sbout what he'd say to Rhiannon when he called her on the way back up to the marina.