[The chill of the water is easily ignored as Lacus pulls away and starts to move toward shore, since there's a lingering warmth from Lockon's kiss and the way he smiled at her. Lacus tugs the raft toward shore, careful to ensure that the bouncing haros don't flop into the sea.]
[The sky is clouded now, just starting to darken from the storm she's not quite remembering, but the sun is no longer beating down. Lacus takes a spare towel and wraps it around her shoulders, shivering a bit as her wet skin it hit with a small gust of wind.]