"Trust is one of those funny things, Sheeva," Lan says, pulling out a coin and twirling it in his fingers. "It can be given to someone else for no reason at all. It can be taken away by others that don't believe you should have it. In most cases, however, it must be earned. Some earn it easily, with silver tongues, renting it out just to break their leases. Others earn it slowly, one small deed at a time until they have enough to finally get what they deserve. You have to choose which way you will earn that trust with the others, as do the rest of us with you. I know that we're still earning ours the hard way, but for what it's worth, you already have mine."
Lanharath stands up and twirls the coin in his hands for her to see before flicking it into the air and into an open hand of Sheeva's. At that, he gives her a weak smile and then leaves to go back towards the house and leave her to think about the parrallels of his metaphore of his words and it's link to the physical currency he had given her.