[ Orpheus just nods. Weather is strange! He's never really put that much thought into it. ]

I guess we'll find out what summer is like here when it comes. [ he concludes. ] It still feels a little strange, to think we might be here that long, or probably even longer. The dream always kind of felt like it could end at any time? And I guess here we could be called back to the sea, but. It feels more permanent, this place.