the way that it shines may just dwindle with time

Ambivalently, the female listened - one chewed ear flipped forwards as she awaited his response. When it came, a purse of her thin lips ensued and she looked at him curiously, as if he were some newfound apparition summoned by the desolate strand around them. He looked sodden; and it was then she remembered she was cold -- a wracking shiver scoured her petite frame. "Caiaphas." She uttered succinctly; gazing at him innocently as if her name were not some reprobate or abhorrent thing in which to be named after. "Who are you?" The question was posed sweetly, though somewhere behind the fiendish yellow of her eyes there was a flicker of insouciance.