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despite vlad's supine position, caiaphas was still doubtful. her life, lonely as it was, was consistent. there were little surprises (save the day she let sebastian in her den) and she was accountable to and for nothing save her stomach. it was a blissful life, even if it was marred by hardships -- caiaphas was not so eager to regain the responsibilities of the crown.

her expression drew into a squint as vlad spoke of an ugly comrade -- and even when he revealed it was a joke and laughed the pinched countenance remained. "fine. i'll show you the grotto." while it was exceptionally brave of any wolf to invite a stranger into their fold, caiaphas knew one thing -- should vlad pull any aggressive behavior she could easily lose him in the miry labyrinth that was her home.

without waiting for the presumably cheeky response, the sylph turned back the way she came and slipped into the underground chambers.