His tail continued to bat at the dust when Aella gave him her own name, although the sound of it was so foreign that it went in one ear and out the other; he'd forget all about this little exchange in a few hours. But when Aella mentioned Caiaphas, Larus' tail stopped wagging. He didn't exactly lose his mirth, but his attention did become more rapt. Hurt? Aside from his pride and a few new bumps and bruises to his ego (which he didn't have much of to begin with, nor could he identify it either way) he was fine. No! Caiaphas saved me. She feed me and take me home.
Caiaphas, hurt him? Really? Why would Aella say something so strange about his protector. The boy's face scrunched with confusion. Caiaphas is nice!
Nicer than most of the strangers he'd met - no, the nicest - not that he had anything to compare her to. Except Aella, now, and so far Aella was turning out to be a meanie.