There is no real routine to island life unless you create it yourself. The months Shepard has spent here have given her more free time than she has had in literal years. She's still not sure how she feels about it, but judging how she wakes herself up at the crack of dawn to patrol the island practically every day probably says more than anything she could come up with. This self-inflicted patrol has its benefits though- she gets to watch the sunrise over the beach, gets to watch the birds awaken from their nests in the trees, gets to see how the fruits are growing in various orchards, observe a rather large object trying unsuccessfully to grab coconuts out of a palm-

Wait.

She turns back around and watches carefully, noting the shaking of palm fronds in the air as something moves within its branches. It doesn't take her long to realize it's a person, and it's only a fraction of a second longer for her to realize it's Lup. She must have wandered farther into Enso than she thought. She walks up to the base of the tree and looks up.

"Lup. You need any help up there?"