There is a long moment of silence before Wrema responds. "Okay," she says quietly. And, "Sucasa. You have to move away from the tree, now. It's okay. It's gone."

She's bewildered by her own longing to see it again, but that is a problem for another time. They have to get home.

Sucasa's eyes are a little damp, but she obediently pushes away from the tree after a second or two, sniffing and bending down to pick up her dropped water bottle.

"I'm sorry I got scared. We can go."

There's still a hush in the air, but any minute now the birdsong and insect hum will come back.

Surely.