The Third Breath, page 4 of 12

Dawn lies with her chin on the wet sand answering him while Pip crouches over a marked leaf beside her snout, scratching all of it down, happy.

Where the pool stops being yours, he asked, what is it like?

Bigger, said Dawn, answering a different question.

There is a cold current that comes in under the warm, she added, unasked. I like that one best.

He wrote all of it down.