Beau takes a second, considering the cleric. She's happy that he's here, of course, but this also means that he's trapped on sex island with them. Which isn't great. Selfishly, she wants him here. Unselfishly, she knows he'd be safer and happier back home.

But he's here now and there's nothing that Beau or anybody else can do about it.

So she flings herself at him, wrapping her arms around his damp and sandy waist.

"It's good to see you."