"Three." Lethe finishes the count, and pulls in synch with her sister. The warm sand dribbles over the side of the object and onto her wrist, then to the ground; but she pays it no mind. Finally, the thing comes free, and she is left to stare at it in surprise.

"This was from our house, wasn't it? It was one of a kind..." Not particularly expensive, for they hadn't been wealthy, but it had been... a treasure, she supposes could be said.