[He's always been able to sense when she's near no matter how silent she is, but she's not near him now. Instead he hears her walking to let him know she's moving, and after a moment's rustling, he hears the sound of the waves grow louder. It isn't a noise that would lull him to sleep, but he knows it's one that offers her comfort and fulfillment. For that alone, he can't hate it.]
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I can hear it.
[There's a moment's pause.]
Are you purposely letting me hear you walk?