(RQ) rock it, roll it

to heal a wound, you need to stop touching it

Vai is, indeed, collecting up the rest of the pebbles, and hopefully that also means there will be less rocks available for Zeph to lob at the hels. Still, he's managed to throw a good deal of them at the birds by the time he realises they'll never stand a chance of hitting, and Vai is trying her best not to laugh when he's thrusting his jacket and shirt at her. "Oh?" She takes them, of course, folding them over one arm and shamelessly admiring him in the moonlight as he wades into the shallows.

Graceful her man is not, but he somehow makes it work as he emerges from the ocean, and Vai is grinning as she watches. "Gorgeous," she calls to him, beckoning him back towards her. "C'mon, oh siren of the sea. We've got a bag of rocks - let's go get a drink."

Vervain