Michiru adjusted her sunglasses and watched as Hotaru dumped another bucket of sand on Haruka's legs. The sun was delicious and warm. Michiru allowed her eyes to close.
The chink of melting ice caught her attention. Setsuna had two glasses: one tea, one water. When it was warm like this, Michiru only wanted water.
"I didn't know you were back," Michiru said, taking her drink gratefully.
Setsuna moved Haruka's bag out of the next chair and settled in. "I am."
Concise as always. Michiru smiled. "I'm glad."
"As am I."
They sat in comfortable silence, as Hotaru continued burying Haruka.