Sea Lion Shores and like the sky my soul is also turning

Whether the information caught her fancy or not, Atlas had no way of knowing. Caiaphas appeared to be a constantly irritated individual, and nothing would satiate that. After giving his explanation he half expected to hear a swift response, something acerbic or snide, but instead there was silence. She did not implore him to do any sort of nasty deed, chastise him for his behavior, or anything. There was only silence, an awkward silence which he desired to flee from. If there were no orders then he could go back to his business of rounding up trinkets - and he'd make sure to do it far from her side in the future. A curious glance was given to her ruined pile, and this carried over to a brief examination of her sooty paws; he was waiting, for what remained to be seen, but he waited patiently, like a child that was being set to pause by an adult, pulling away slowly in case of reprimand.