"Us too," she answers softly, her gaze falling down towards her paws and ears twisting back against the fluff of her nape. @Cassine's loss and unknowing is not lost on her -- not only have two of Bee's siblings gone missing entirely in the process, but they have also lost great friends to them. She thinks to herself of Adrian, of Guinevere, and of Thurid's stoic face; will she ever see them again? Perhaps, in understanding that the gaggle of Bezra yearlings have been through a similar trauma, Cassine can begin to understand them as a whole, and see that they may not be so different after all. It is how they deal with the struggles that will shape them, in the end. Her ears perk forward one at a time as the heiress speaks again, prompting Beelzebub's gaze slowly upward again until it meets with the glacial blue of her pridemate's. Why Cassine wishes to help her, she is not entirely certain, but she finds herself grateful for the kinship -- for someone, anyone to accept her for who she is. "Okay," she finds herself answering, mildly surprised that it is this woman who sees her -- truly sees her -- before anyone else has. For the first time since she has set foot on the sand of this island, Beelzebub feels like there is someone who might actually understand her.

despite it all, maybe they were more similar than they would have ever imagined, or even more=so than they would have liked to be. it was in odd and mysteries ways that the world work, and though cassine would not question it too deeply, she relished in the feeling of companionship that stirred within her breast throughout those long, quiet moments. as morbid and as macabre as it was, the shared tragedy was meaningful to her, and hoped that the other felt the same sort of comradery in their confessions. it was not until beelzebub's voice rose again that cassine grounded herself to the earth once more, toes splaying against the sands in an idle sort of way, before replying. "good." was about all that she could muster, wondering what she might have just signed herself up for. though surely, she would not regret it.

idly, the dieudonne's eyes would flicker back to the tidepools, expanding beyond the breadth of the pond of fish, and out towards the rest of the moonlit landscape. cassine was not one for beaches (ironic as that may be), but @Beelzebub, at least, had given her something to appreciate about it all. maybe this was going to be the start of a beautiful friendship, after all. however, realization dawned upon the yearling after a moment more, maw twisting back towards the shape of the brunette as she expelled a rush of curious air. "what was your name again?" they had done this whole 'get to know each other thing' a bit backwards, but, it was better late than never, right?

A comfortable silence settles over them for a while -- they have found an unexpected kinship with what had begun as an innocent evening. However, Bee doesn't find the quiet odd or unexpected; it is something she has grown to love and embrace, and doesn't consider if it may not be the other girl's favorite thing. She has no way of knowing, after all. She cannot help the soft smirk that touches the edges of her lips when she is asked a most amusing question -- perhaps normally the first thing in a conversation, but they are anything but conventional. "Bee," she tells her, expecting she will be offered a name in return, though she doesn't ask for it. Her gaze follows her companion's to the calming waters below; the bones are all but picked bare now, and her mission accomplished. "Do you wanna walk back with me?" she queries, arching a brow and returning to meet her pridemate's gaze. @Cassine

curiouser and curiouser, though cassine’s lips remained sealed as she embraced that comforting sort of silence. the only thing that disturbed it was the gentle lulling of the waves, crashing against the evening shores, just beyond their reach. her eyes search the face of her companion, nodding once she finally had a name to put onto that familiar, and often looming, face. "cassine," she responded, simple and to the point, though there were the smallest hints of a grin that graced the edges of her features. a small part of her was undeniably eager to see what become next of their late-night rendezvous, and inquire further on the bezra’s beliefs. "yes, but only if you show me what you do next.” comes the vixen’s more airy muse, aiming to pause for beelzebub to collect her things, and maybe even grab a few herself, before aiming to lead them back towards the confines of the lagoon. exit with beelzebub.

Their friendship seems sealed with the exchanging of names, and Bee finds herself more content about the way the night has gone than she first expected. She had planned on an evening alone with nothing but the ocean to talk to, but she decides that this is better. "Deal," she agrees with a flick of her tail, getting to her feet as well and rummaging through the separated bones, pulling free the ones she deems useful. Some are tossed @Cassine's way, and they depart together, leaving footprints in the sand that are washed away as quickly as they come. Exeunt Beelzebub