Though her mind was full of other things, her eyes were still primed to see gold on the ocean's floor. She stretched her fingers toward it, liquid sand flowing over and around the object, until, finally, the coin was uncovered.
Stars burst behind her eyes and her lungs labored in her chest. The coin singed fingers grown numb with cold and exhaustion. Surely, she thought, this coin was like Morian of the Portals: death, birthed from light and ocean.
Dianora dropped the coin. There, drifting at her side, more gold?
Rhun wept. Beyond the harbor, the ship waited.