But instead of handing the tomorrows out, Ori carried them to the tide caves. Inside, the bubbles glowed in tidy rows as Ori lined them up one by one, pop by pop.

“Safe first,” Ori murmured, nudging one bubble straight with a fin. The little chime bells gave a soft ting-ting as Ori checked each row again.

If no bubble drifted off, bumped hard, or burst too soon, then no one’s hope could be lost. That, Ori thought, was the best kind of caring.