Jason dislikes the water, and though it's all too easy for him to blame it on being a cat-based monster, the truth is that that intense uneasiness around lakes and oceans and even wide rivers traces back to his older brother, and back far further than Ryslig.

But the gods of Ryslig have called him here with their compulsions, and so he's found himself on a beach, picking through the stragglers, saying to himself he's looking for Miss Quentin as if he had any sort of agency in this.

"No one important," he responds to the wet, unhappy-looking manning crawling up onto the sands.