Saoirse's feet are moving faster, now. The seal yelps and dives into the water, leaving its white bed uncovered.

She can see the sleeves, sprawled against the damp rocks. She can see he hood.

She drops to her knees, fingers touching soft, white fur dampened by ocean spray. She lifts it to her chest and buries her face in it.

It smells like home. It smells like her. She pulls it on, the tail of the coat billowing outward before settling at her ankles.

Then she lets out a whoop, so loud it hurts her own ears.