Blackbeak Bluff I'll die for you, I will

imagine if reek remained a simple consort o boy

caiaphas had turned her attention to the sea, following reek's indeterminate gaze. she breathed the ocean; the salt consumed her, the winds revived her -- she could never, in a single moment, envision the harrowing idea of life without the strand besides her. in a way she wondered how reek had faired, roving so far inland -- he certainly did not look too miserable.

but he was reek, and reek to an extent was always miserable; they shared a certain affinity for misery and in some ways caiaphas surmised it was why despite the strain of their past they could not be rid of each other. his voice was lisp-less, which drew a sly smile from the wretch.

"what for?" she inquired, knowing full well his lack of a further in-depth explanation likely meant he was not in a garrulous mood. but when was he ever?