Sina's attention is caught by the object in River's hand, but she simply watches it from where she is. Is that an eye? A wave of disturbance passes over her, and she looks away again.

"I will return to her," she says, to no one in particular. The sea is unending, and as she stands there, the waves lap up closer and closer to her feet, until she's ankle-deep in the surf. She looks down at it, then back up at River, her expression imploring. "I must."