Jethan
The statue’s hand was cold, and soft. Jethan let go quickly.
It didn’t move. Even the mark of Jethan’s hand stayed moulded into its palm. Jethan checked the other statues, but Wildflower was the only other thing in motion.
Well, Wildflower, and a shape against the blue-black sea overhead. Swimming, or sinking, towards the centre of the sunken city.
Had they left the other diving suit on the ship?