stykeraHe had been safely aboveground for over a week now but Stark was still spending more time than usual outside. At least the island seemed to have stopped sending everyone to unexpected locations for the time being. He'd made it outside without incident today and yesterday had been uneventful once he'd dug himself out of the pile of pillows Anakin had pelted him with.
He was seated on the beach now, occasionally letting a handful of sand run through his fingers while he watched the water. He was mostly fine, after several days of nothing terrible happening (even if Monday had been somewhat uncomfortable), but it was still easier to be outside than it was to be inside. Even if he did find himself occasionally glancing around not-quite-nervously just in case there might be something lurking nearby.
[Open beach is of course open for any glowy alien or sand/water needs]