Sunna smiles, soft as beneath feet. It's clear his kind words mean much to her. "And I hope the same for you, your kindness deserves warmth in kind. Nor can any gift you bestow upon me anything less than divine."

He says it won't be as beautiful, but she knows better. Honestly, he could give her a macaroni necklace and she would love it with her entire being. But she doesn't press further, instead closing her eyes to sway like kelp in the water to the music he plays.

Perhaps it's when his eyes close for a second or being lost in the memory, but when he comes to the end of his song, she's gone, just the faint scent of the sea left behind.