Greatwater Lake Was a shooter with the law

If Greyjoy should know about her rape, I'll edit the last part.

Greyjoy had been seated on a rise near their camp, watching the sirens move in their own time. Atlas was nearby, watching over Akantha or another Nereides, so it was up to the hoplite to keep watch over them all. Psamathe crested a small hill not far from the lake, coming into view as she turned toward the water and dove under its depths. Before he moved, Greyjoy made sure Atlas was near with a quick glance, and then descended his outpost to sit upon the banks of the lake.

Psamathe did not like him much, though it was true none of the Nereides truly liked a male. However, he preferred apathy to hatred, and there could be flashes of anger so deep in her glances toward him that worried Greyjoy. He did not know what had happened to hurt her so, but he was certain none of it was his own doing. The Orkwood was a devoted servant, a soldier whose sole purpose was to protect the Nereides as they sought a new life outside Themiscyra Coast; he was the most trusted of men, though perhaps that meant little in Psamathe's eyes.