Privately, Daine isn't so certain the sunscreen is necessary — not when Saoirse's going to be a seal in a minute, and probably for most of their trip. But she also isn't about to flout Greta's rules in front of Saoirse and set a bad example. So she takes the offered sunscreen and squeezes some of it onto her palms, rubbing them together for a moment before spreading it over Saoirse's shoulders and down her arms. She lets Saoirse spread it around her arms and the spots she can reach easily, focusing her own efforts on the back of the lass's neck and the part of her back the suit doesn't cover.

"Right, that's you all set," Daine says, rubbing the little residue that remains over her own arms before reaching out to ruffle the girl's hair. "Shall we, then?"