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Her attention lingered on him for a time, her ears swivelling when he addressed her in their mother tongue. She chided him with a cluck of her tongue, as so often Psamathe belittled all the consorts, then turned back to the water. She submerged herself once more before rising from the lake with dripping coat wrapped tightly around her svelte form.

She made for the bank quickly, though there was a tug in her heart when she parted from the Mother. She settled herself on her side near the edge, then bent to rake her tongue and teeth across one arm. At length she lifted her head, fixing Greyjoy once more in her sights, and then brusquely said, “what are you waiting for? Attend me.” Greyjoy was Aktaiê's pet, as it were—though she had never guessed at his feelings toward their matriarch—but Psamathe called on the grooming of any and all consorts, regardless of their stations or preferences.