I'm not going anywhere.

[When he comes, the water level in the cabin will be halfway between high tide and low, with a steep rocky beach of black sand for Kepler to pick his way down. Ulla sprawls at the water's edge, her eel's tail in the water and her upper body on shore as she flips through a book of sheet music, singing or humming softly. Notable nearby is a modified wheelchair, for when she gets tired of slithering but doesn't want to take human form.]