Oystercatcher Tide Pools do not look for my heart anymore, the beasts have eaten it

The pale witch eyed him carefully, and though he felt his skin prick at the thought of her inner dialogue, he remained silent throughout her inspection of his features. There was a hardness to him that had only intensified since his banishment; he had very little to lose and even less holding him back. Still, the curiosity that burned in his gut would not allow him to simply end his sister where she stood. It infuriated him, but forced him to hold his ground, and though he tried to swallow it… Skellige remained where he stood with rigid limbs and a cold expression.
 
Finally, and for a fraction of a moment, he caught a glimpse of the true ice queen that he had come to know as his sister. The curling of her lip and the snide comment that slid from between her vile fangs roused the hackles along his back and spine. She did not leave him time for a retaliation, though. Her comments had been made, and she turned to leave him there without so much as another word.
 
The dark light of his gaze followed her until she had disappeared from sight. Though he worried, Skellige found a peculiar determination in the arrival of Ksenia; it would bring him closer to his reign. Tossing his tail, the wraith turned his figure in the opposing direction and sauntered off toward the bay.